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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…
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…
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,…