The moon is just a ball that hangs in the sky That can’t shine on it’s own, but it can…
Musa, You come into this world with a piercing wail, hands raised in tiny fists, and your mother weeps. For…
Even when the world burns,and the chaos is inevitable,and the scars do not healand there is no way to make…
My flashlight is broken It’s the weirdest thing, I mean the bulb didn’t break Feels like I’m stuck in the…
Pomegranate stains your shirt as you take slow bites careful not to stare at the sun. //
why would you anger it?
I ask my heart do you want to change and you know what it tells me? Ask yourself, what do you love?
By Fatima DePoet 3rd Place Winner, Spoken Word Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
My hands raised before Allah, I search for what to say, To tell the story in my heart, To express…