Written by Omar Shareef of Muslim Medicine for Muslim Youth Musings.
He was but a young impressionable man from the hood,
Naïve to the world but clung to faith as best as he could.
Surrounded by a tempting torrential dark sea of lust and desi…
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, and accidents. We see it in movies and even throw it around as a joke. But how often does the prospect of death …
I didn’t say hello. I didn’t say salaam. I didn’t ask for a name. Nor did I say mine. I just walked straight up to someone who I had never seen before and asked for a phone number. This was the first thing that I did on my very first day of univer…
Nothing comes, nothing comes
like the setting of the sun,
like a song already sung,
nothing comes, nothing comes.
Still he stands there, getting redder
as the silence starts to fester.
Still sad silence from the jester:
nothing comes, not…
Of the symptoms associated with heartache is a frantic change in emotion. I am half way through the pangs of sorrow when I stop to breathe. I take it in. The remnant of a tear meanders down my cheek, following a path of the ones that preceded it. …
At the break of dawn must four song sparrows learn to fly,
So at the highest tree of their marsh, a plan they devise,
That three would stay low to catch the one that cl…
She sees herself in black and white:
No vibrant hues, no trace of life.
No shade, no texture, spark of hope
Just insufficient paint-brush strokes
The centering is off, the nose misplaced–
It hangs off in a sorry state.
The eyes too sma…
An afternoon last October brought about a particularly breezy day, seasoning the ground with an array of reds, yellows, and browns. But I wasn’t outdoors to enjoy it. Instead, I raced up staircases, through a maze of blindingly lit hallways to my …
It gives a new meaning to time,
This annual beauty, manifestly sublime
That transforms minds, purifies souls,
And turns rusty hearts into shining gold.
In subduing the animalistic,
We may see the truth of the materialistic.
From light to l…
My heart is a wreck,
Iman equivalent to a speck.
I feel as though I stand in prayer alone
When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown.
For eleven months, I have waited for this time
When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime.