Editor’s Note: I attended the New Jersey Dawah Conference this past November, and listened to a moving lecture by Dr.…
We step onto the stage, just me and my classmate. We’d been through three levels of improv class together, and…
“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…
Continued from Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1 That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth…
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
This wasn’t the first time the fisherman had hauled in a once living person, but never before had it been child-sized.
She was one of the most famous women in her town. Famous not for her wealth or lineage but for…
Seven minute talk, just a seven minute talk. No big deal. Salah. Praying five times a day. That’s a good…
It gives a new meaning to time, This annual beauty, manifestly sublime That transforms minds, purifies souls, And turns rusty…
Here, my Lord made beauty / If you listen, you can hear the heart beating beauty
Days draw horizontal lines In the hallow centre of my unkempt mind. Invisibly etched words leave their mark A standing…
How much does the goodness in you weigh? The intentions swimming in your chest, Intentions coated by filth and love;…
