Yasmin Naxar8th and ChicagoI listen to the worn brown luggage bag that contains mementos of my former life roll down the tiled floor of the MSP airport. My mother had…Nov 5, 2023Nov 5, 2023
Yasmin NaxarOn Death and Letting GoSomehow it was nearing a year that I had been a rookie physician in training and I was yet to try my hand at the endeavor of walking a…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarSaudi ArabiaAt the callow age of 19, I returned to Riyadh to venture onto the sandy path that promised a role of parchment evidencing the successful…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarSweet LanguorWhen we were young and oblivious to the hardships of the world that lay in wait, we didn’t experience our days as though every step was…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarNomadic Blood Runs in our VeinsGrowing up my mother would often say, “Soomaalidu laba ee u qaybsamaan, kuwa mar walba guuro iyo kuwa afka ka guuro”. When Somalia was…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarPeace of the SoulNo matter from where in the far horizon we hail, the color of our skins and our mother tongues or the doctrines that we personify and…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarA Friendship Not Weathered by TimeWhen a most cherished friend relocates to a place several time zones away, a part of you departs with her — the fragment of yours that…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020
Yasmin NaxarThe Prophets Were Human TooThe depiction of prophet Musa’s story in surah Alshuaraa is one of my favorite passages in the Qur’an. I enjoy it because it shows the…Aug 12, 2020Aug 12, 2020