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While on my Twitter account the other day, I saw a tweet from Sh. Abdul Nasir Jangda (instructor for Bayyinah…
We step onto the stage, just me and my classmate. We’d been through three levels of improv class together, and…
It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at…
Surraya uncrossed her feet and then crossed them again. She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, her itchy freezing…
It was only ever supposed to be a joke, a trick, a meager, selfish brutality that we thought would fade…
I was no longer sure about the time of day. Not a ray of sunlight was apparent to signify the…
A blank page stared at me from the monitor. Thoughts pounded as they raced to put words together. Twenty-six little…
Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.” Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s…
In the chilling whispers of the night, Thoughts begin to race, take flight. I listen to my shallow breathing And…
Praise be to You, For this experience. whisked along with the crowd,surrounded yet secluded, walking, weeping, worshipping,you called and I came.…
You are spit at, ripped off, flown and lit. But when I advocate for you, shout out the world for…
The law set in life for me to live by, or a trait instilled by the Most High Though it’s…