The following piece, “With a Soul, I Fly” by Hibbah Haddam, was chosen from a selection of submissions for Expressions: Sisters’ Open Mic, an event at George Mason University sponsored by Muslim Youth Musings. On November 28th, participants were g…
Life’s circumstances can make you either bitter or better.
Nineteen years into my life, I was finally blessed with the opportunity to meet my maternal grandmother for the first time. To say the least, the winds of life blow every individual in …
January 7th, 4:13 a.m.
“What was she saying?”
Stumbling and mumbling in the dark, he searched for the door in vain, trying to locate the voice he heard minutes ago.
Funny that he couldn’t find it. He tasted the black smoke of air on his ton…
It was fifteen minutes to midnight and sleep was the last thing on my mind. I lazily scrolled through the news feed on my Facebook account before logging out.
Suddenly, something caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat and my fingers went …
Open the world.
What do you see?
Hidden within the vibrant blues,
I see lace coral, starfish,
The seadragon carrying life on its tail,
In distant lands,
A Komodo dragon hatches,
Pebble toads camouflage themselves,
Serpents slither in s…
There was a time
When the universe ended
At the walls of my room.
But when the veil was lifted
And my horizon expanded,
I became lost in the vastness
That was laid before me;
I marveled at wonders
That entered my sight.
I found wisdom lik…
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…