I live half my life everyday Use half my body I save the rest for later One lung, one kidney Half my liverTwo ventricles
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
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…
It has been an emotionally intense Ramadan 2016 and for the past month of Ramadan, a…
Nadia Q Ahmad
I finish iftaar, by myself at home. As I pray and rush through the Fatiha and any surah, any other surah, I think to myself that never before in my life have I been so afraid of the sound of the fireworks. This is the…
Alia Azmat
finally visited the masjidmufti saab would be proud
Taz Ahmed
I imagine what it must be like to be macheted to death. Not by bullets at the hand of a gun. Not by a grenade thrown from a distance. Not by poisons poured from hours ago to only suffocate breath. I imagine what kind of rage it…
Hajra Asaf Khan
Between reverence and remembrance,between patience and pietySomewhere between turning your tasbeeh in incessant declarations ofHis omnipotence
Aisha Ishtiaq
I wonder if my soul had asked, when it was up there with Allah, “can you make me the oldest,give me a body of a woman.”“Can you make me a daughter, a sister” I sit here on my couch, alone, no sounds, no voices…