By Mariam El-Khatib (Story) & Sumayya (Writer) — My father came to the States from Palestine at a young age to pursue his dream of playing soccer. Due to injuries, however, he gave up on the dream and started working for a humanitarian organization. After my sister and I were born, our parents decided to move back to…

By Khadija Amira Al-Maani — Life is more than existence. Existing is what you’re given; time, breath, a body. But life goes beyond existence; life is what you give. To give your best is to live your best; to live your best is to depart your best. So what are you giving? …

By Warisul Imam (Writer) & Khadija Amira Al-Maani (Artist) — Our ability to acquire, utilize, and disperse knowledge sets us apart from the rest of the creation. Limited solely to our physical abilities, we’re no match to the majority of the living world. Granted our superior intellect, however, we’ve become the dominant species on the planet. …

By Zimbey (Writer & Artist) — Musa’s legs begin to ache having held position for too long. He’s certain now that the tree bark has properly engraved itself into his back. The sun is up and shining brighter than ever, yet it feels colder than a polar bear’s toenail out here. The clouds move way too…

By Hiba F. & JabalMaryam — Our imaan can be fickle; one moment it soars unimaginable heights and the other, drowns in a depthless expanse. It is a burning flame — one that, if tended to, could set billions of candles alight without losing any of its own intensity. …

By JabalMaryam — Investment has caused tornadoes of hoo-ha since ages past. Whether it’s the stock market, gold or Bitcoins, society is all for the risk involved if it means (mostly) effortless money. And really, why wouldn’t we be? The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “Whoever imparts knowledge will have the reward of whoever acted…

By MForMoon (Writer & Artist) — All of creation is in cycles. One cycle follows another. One cycle within another. The moon revolves around the earth. A new moon, a half moon, a full moon and repeat. The earth, in turn, circles the sun. The sun, rotating on its own. Never stopping. Always on repeat. If…

By Maryam Bargit (Writer) & Zeynep Yıldırım (Artist) — I don’t know how I got here or what day it is. The thing is, the past few days, well, weeks stretched out into months, have bled into each other to the point that I can’t seem to discern one second from another. …

Yasmine (Artist), Zeynep (Writer) The thing that is the farthest away from me is hope. It’s farther away than the ocean line, the sun, the moon and the stars. This world is too small for me. And yet, I am but a tiny speck of dust in this huge and…