Aziza Pauff Author

Aziza, lovingly named after her maternal grandmother, is a part-Indian, part-European Ohioan. With an interest in writing and learning more about her faith of Islam, she found her niche in MYM. She is excited to be able to communicate the cherished feelings in her heart. Through her pieces, she hopes to inspire not only Muslims, but non-Muslims alike.

A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 2

Continued from A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1 “What happened Nana? Did you fall?” I asked between sobs. He nodded at me. My mom...

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A Grandfather’s Prayer: Part 1

It was a little while after Fajr. I smiled at the sound of giggles wafting down from the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I soon found...

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Struggling with My Anxiety Attacks

Every human being is born with an instinct to turn back to Allah. So, it was only natural that even as a young child, my mind fled towards...

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The Hourglass

How I longed to live in those moments that passed. Though stationary I sat, inside I was going fast. For I was an hourglass of trickling...

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Hearts of Gold

It gives a new meaning to time, This annual beauty, manifestly sublime That transforms minds, purifies souls, And turns rusty hearts into...

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The Nature Of Gratitude

Oh one whose heart has hardened, stop. Step back from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Let your mind meander through the hills and...

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At Your Door

As I gazed upon Your sacred House, I could not help it, I broke down. I felt so near to You, like I had never felt before. My eyes drank...

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Breeze of Redemption

On the hard ground she lay, A thing forgotten, left to decay, Her chest heaving up and down, Her heart beating, but she could hear no...

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Finding Freedom

Freedom. That elusive state of mind, Cherished much, different in kind, Sought after by the soul of man, Seeking, foolishly, in far off...

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