Sara Bawany Author

Once referred to as a “40-year old trapped in a teenage body” and a “Renaissance woman,” Sara Bawany can humbly testify that she has dabbled in many different fields relating to careers, organizations, and Islam. An obsessive baker (and eater), a varsity tennis player, and a Lincoln-Douglas debate veteran, Sara enjoys immersing herself in different activities aside from studying diligently to achieve her goal of becoming a surgeon. Having attended 11 schools in her life from Ohio and Texas to California and Florida, she is a prospective student at a 4-year university next year InshaAllah. Aside from school, she is the Vice President of Muslim Student Association and an active member of her local youth group. Sara rejoices at every opportunity to extend a hand out to the Muslim youth along with anyone in need of a little guidance, moral support, or friend. She is a busy girl what with trying to finish up her senior year dually with her Associate’s degree, but in her spare time, she volunteers excessively, independently studies the Qur’an, and when time permits, has random panic attacks about the future. Sara joined MYM because she strives to be a part of the growing movement in Islamic literature, as well as work with her passion for writing and for Islam. She believes that high emotions and extreme tension are best relieved through writing and she hopes to be able to channel her own feelings into amazing pieces for youth across the world to muse over.

On Being A Woman

Here I am on my soapbox again, bringing out my feminist writer’s pen. Angry and irritated? Yes I am, and don’t tell me not to raise my...

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Bittersweet Solitude

In the chilling whispers of the night, Thoughts begin to race, take flight. I listen to my shallow breathing And the thump of my...

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Shift in Gear

Death. We hear the word so frequently that it’s become almost meaningless. We see it on the news when we read about suicides, murders,...

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Flicker of Hope

Numbness overcomes me once I finally see That I beg for a savior, but it is in vain that I plea. Storm clouds enshroud the sunrise As we...

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The Taste of Death

What if your day had arrived? Imagine if your entire life was a lie. Assess yourself as your sins flash by; You’re wasting your youth and...

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