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Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
When I go out on my own, I am generally secure in how I appear to the world. A hijabi…
As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something…
He sighed, trudging towards the bathroom. His day had consisted of chai, tables, charts and angry clients. He had come…
A blank page stared at me from the monitor. Thoughts pounded as they raced to put words together. Twenty-six little…
By Reem Farhat 1st Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…
The sun is beginning its farewell spectacle and reflects my bittersweet emotions…
I see her hair plaited into two braids tied with red ribbons. I see her dimpled smile her teeth shining…
Nothing comes, nothing comes like the setting of the sun, like a song already sung, nothing comes, nothing comes. Still…
Become one with the earth. Lay upon the dirt from which you came. Sinking, melting, Streaming down the crevices Cracks,…
Freedom. That elusive state of mind, Cherished much, different in kind, Sought after by the soul of man, Seeking, foolishly,…