In the chilling whispers of the night,
Thoughts begin to race, take flight.
I listen to my shallow breathing
And the thump of my heart’s rhythmic beating.
When emotions pour out one by one,
I try to escape them, I try to run.
Anxiety creeps …
This is a message to anyone who has ever struggled, with anything: You’ll be okay.
Sit back and remember; Allah loves you, a lot. You were born with a fate written for you, and you know that. You are alive, you are breathing. Your heart is beat…
Being informed of my upcoming dentist appointment brought numerous, rather unpleasant memories back to me. I remembered drilling and pain. I don’t have a great history with these doctors of terror. My fear of them has kept me away from a dentist’s…
The dark blue fortified a foreign feeling,
An enigmatic emotion that was not ready to testify.
‘Twas like ink submerging in the celestial ceiling.
I verify the color that swept the surface of this sky.
What may be declared of that which is n…
March 18, 2012
The noise of the fighting on the other side of the border has started up again, more a groaning clatter sputtering incessantly than the distant hum we have become used to. The fighting has drawn closer. The sound has been unbeara…
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 sand,
Whose final hour ended when I fell from your hand.
There were rough days of constant turning
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…