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This piece was published as part of an MYM partnership with Washington, D.C.’s Muslim Inter-scholastic Tournament (MIST). The highlight of…
We step onto the stage, just me and my classmate. We’d been through three levels of improv class together, and…
As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something…
“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…
By Reem Farhat 1st Place Winner, Creative Writing Competition, 2019 NY MSA Showdown Editor’s Note: Muslim Youth Musings had the…
Sometimes we think that just because there is light everything is clear. We fail to see the shades. We are…
Seven minute talk, just a seven minute talk. No big deal. Salah. Praying five times a day. That’s a good…
Continued from ‘A Friend to Remember: Part I’ Kalia got upset at the worst of things. I walked over to…
“Have you ever felt like jumping off the world?” Upon the questioner’s face my gaze falls. Frozen tears avalanche and…
My flashlight is broken It’s the weirdest thing, I mean the bulb didn’t break Feels like I’m stuck in the…
when your heart is breaking, the shattered pieces climbing, making their way up to your throat, when your voice is…
My sister, know that only a prayer keeps us afloat for tomorrow: pulling down, pushing through the boarded window. I…