Imagine Shaytan’s campaign dancing across your television screen.
“He’ll never give up on you. He’ll keep whispering until he’s sure that you won’t enter Paradise. Are you wavering over whether or not to fall into desire? He’ll be there!”
Life is a journey. It continues through the passing of time.
I stepped into a city of gray. I walked through its streets with no guide. People passed by with expressionless faces. Cars honked each other as they stalled in the hum of traffic. Th…
“Have you ever felt like jumping off the world?”
Upon the questioner’s face my gaze falls.
Frozen tears avalanche and melt into warm streams.
Her face screams through tired creases as she whispers,
“I want my fingertips to grace the sky as i…
I am pulled towards pain,
as I watch them all waste away.
All my friends engage,
and I feel enraged.
Must I stay away?
I glance and reprimand with a glare,
but I cannot bring myself to stare.
Innocence and the Deen or,
party and face tro…
It all flashed right before my eyes, right across the street from the tailor’s shack in northern Bangladesh.
My aunt and uncle were having a salwar kameez, a traditional Bangladeshi outfit, tailored for me. After purchasing the material, we dro…
The words gracefully marched in unison, vibrating all along, to where they were meant to gather. It was as if a gentle breeze was blowing, finding its way to the deepest corner of my heart, and soothing my soul with its rhythmic movement. Sorrow, …
I was delayed of making amends
When that which turns was turned on end.
Now rusted iron bars keep me from free terrain
Whilst I remain restrained by my own ball and chain.
It pains to count days since I’ve locked myself away.
The silence …
When I was young, I remembered living in an old house.
It was where my little brother first caught the chicken pox and then passed it on to me and my other younger brother. It was where I was forced to sit on a wooden chair and eat bananas, eve…
As I gazed upon Your sacred House,
I could not help it, I broke down.
I felt Your presence so near to me, like I had never felt before.
My eyes drank from a glass filled to the brim,
From the spring of liquid clarity, pure and undefiled.
It was a summer of introductions and new concepts. My first summer in Pakistan. Everyone was talking about the heat and how uncomfortably hot it would be for us newcomers. Relatives flooded through the gates – unknown aunts and never-heard-about u…