Poem

He Asked Her…

  He asked her If you were once what is beneath you, Then aren’t your sleeves a bit too see-through? Isn’t vulnerability...

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13 Ways of Looking at My Mother

Her pale, slender fingers fly through my hair as she braids it in the kitchen on a Monday morning, while I panic, thinking of my bus to...

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From Sadness to Satisfaction

Unexplainable sorrow alongside this blinding happiness as I read, With all my days of laziness and negativity, I now don’t agree. As...

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Dead Language

My heart sat on the window pane: bleaked; stripped; pounding. I reminisced of the stolen happiness sitting on my face. I rewrote my tears...

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What Makes Me Happy?

I love my Quran It helps me grow my eman I have already made a start By learning 9 surahs by heart I open it every day To lead me to the...

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Light Upon Light

Running my fingers over their spines, I spot adventure, romance, comedy and crime And amongst their midst, a divine book Its words so...

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Moving Your Heart Towards the Holiest of Books

when your heart is breaking, the shattered pieces climbing, making their way up to your throat, when your voice is shaking, as you try and...

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All Alone

MYM features a piece by Ibrahim Jimoh, an up-and-coming author from Nigeria! When things seem hard, And your voice goes unheard, When all...

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Press Play

I put the poetry on pause The Poe in me, lost cause The flow in me, found flaws And slowly spawned scars The healing got hard I’m...

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When They Come

There’s a place I go to meet my Lord, a place I go to leave this world, a place where I’ve spent many a night in search of comfort, in...

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