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In my Masjid, the Khateeb mentioned two stories that were very touching and emotional. They were the Tale of Two…
For the next three years, I spent my time building myself. Memorizing the Qur’an, reading the translation of the Qur’an…
She was one of the most famous women in her town. Famous not for her wealth or lineage but for…
It was a beautiful moonlit, starless night. I gazed out of the window and breathed in deeply. It all seemed…
Written By Fatimah Waseem and Amal K. The minutes ticked by as I sat in the examination room. Pencils scratched…
Her fingers stretched toward the disturbed surface of water. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then, she…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new…
Come to me when you’re lost and broken,and your endeavours are ashen.When your heart has been toyed with,and your tears…
My flashlight is broken It’s the weirdest thing, I mean the bulb didn’t break Feels like I’m stuck in the…
Woke up before dawn Cold water and sleepy eyes Ignored Shaitan’s lies Left my class early Warmer weather, it’s noon…
when your heart is breaking, the shattered pieces climbing, making their way up to your throat, when your voice is…