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Nobody Can Argue with Happy: An Interview With Kamila Ahmad

Nobody Can Argue with Happy: An Interview With Kamila Ahmad

“Your identity was something that no one could take from you.”
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The Drinking Gourd (TDG) publishes fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction by Black Muslim writers only. We welcome submissions from…
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adhan    subh:  here in my country the adhan   is more than just a call to prayer…

adhan    subh:  here in my country the adhan   is ...

The Drinking Gourd
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Sodïq Oyekanmi
my god swears / by the fig, by olive, by the brightest star, by the prophet who penned no ghazal

my god swears / by the fig, by olive, by the brightest star, by the...

& suddenly, there are more birds in the sky than i can count
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Abu Bakr Sadiq
HAND OF GOD

HAND OF GOD

I want to learn how to fly. I want to learn
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Animashaun Ameen
TENDING HIS MOTHER’S GARDEN

TENDING HIS MOTHER’S GARDEN

Years after his mother’s demise,
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Rasaq Malik Gbolahan
THE RENAMING.

THE RENAMING.

i am in an open field, running, legless; a kite
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Animashaun Ameen
7:30am on E

7:30am on E

after seeing my sister get our two nieces ready for their first Eid at grandma’s house — our house
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Mariam Coker
endangered / engendered

endangered / engendered

in this sphere we are an endangered species. on the brink of extinction we assert that death has no gender. we craft joy out of teary…
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Olaitan Humble
Ode to the Boy I was at Genesis

Ode to the Boy I was at Genesis

i begin this poem in the name of Allah
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Timi Sanni
The Walls Are Snitching

The Walls Are Snitching

The pungent smell of paranoia / the pigeon’s red eye / pulsating
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Soukeyna Osei-Bonsu
My phone auto-corrects ‘in sha Allah” to “in shape (of) Allah”

My phone auto-corrects ‘in sha Allah” to “in shape (of) Allah”

& I’m left thinking / that this phone has danced / on the edge of blasphemy / but perhaps, built / on: a pinhole vocabulary / a famished…
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Timi Sanni
Nights Lament for Home

Nights Lament for Home

if i had a dollar
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orion flowers (they/them)
From the Hilltops

From the Hilltops

From the hilltops and the mountains
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Jummai
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