Whatever slows yourpace, thank it. Thank it for newnerves grown in the still.
— Naazneen Diwan
Salaams! We are back for another Ramadan. It is now the fifth year of our writing group, and it has grown to 55 Muslim-ish and Muslim adjacent folks. People have been resparked and slowly sharing their poetry and art. It has turned into quite the beautiful community space.
Why does love make you feel sick to your stomachWorse than hunger pangsGnawingCravings that can’t be satisfied Malnourishment enveloped in insecurities and vulnerabilityMy longing heart yearns to be quenchedAching with desire to drink from his source
I live half my life everyday Use half my body I save the rest for later One lung, one kidney Half my liverTwo ventricles
The first night of Ramadanand she the crescent moon smiles slyly off-kilterlike a devilish disappearing Cheshire cat resting on the dark branch of the Milky Wayor an angelic man on the moon one-eyed winking.A sliver of light in the sky finally sitedshe will wax till…