By Reem Farhat 1st Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
The sun is beginning its farewell spectacle and reflects my bittersweet emotions…
It’s funny, how we live life fretting over the pettiest things, and not fretting over the important things. For example,…
This wasn’t the first time the fisherman had hauled in a once living person, but never before had it been child-sized.
The train slipped through the silent, snowy landscape. Most passengers were either returning home or vacationing. But one, a petite…
I see her every morning. Some days, her head is held high, smile plastered across her face, daring anyone to…
She was one of the most famous women in her town. Famous not for her wealth or lineage but for…
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…