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…
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.
In response to the April 2016 story of the man kicked off a Southwest airplane for saying the word “inshallah”, a few of…
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