Her pale, slender fingers fly through my hair as she braids it in the kitchen on a Monday morning, while…
Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at…
It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at…
It was the 21st night of Ramadan. After iftar, we hurriedly performed wudhu and made our way inside Al-Masjid Al-Haram…
My Dear Son, I’ve dreamt of you many times, of what you’ll look like, sound like, act like. In my dreams…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her…
Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.” Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s…
I looked at my watch, holding it under a streetlight. 12:00 – midnight. I ran down the street, heart racing,…