Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Reflecting the past, the treacherous falls,
My soul’s weaknesses pierce your glare,
And reflect again on my own despair.
Trembling and sore, I seek to erase
The failures that are bolded, retraced.
My blood boils…
“All right, everyone. Let’s recite Surah Al-Asr before we finish class,” I announced to thirteen pairs of brown eyes staring up at me. In unison, the chorus of excited third-graders began to read the Surah. One little girl in a puffy white coat an…
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“We’re leaving”, they said. The door snapped shut. Our home plunged into silent mourning. My mind sealed itself into a labyrinth of words spilt in the heat of anger and the coldness of heart.
“Why do your women have to cover but your men don’t?”
“How do you know which direction to pray?”
“Why can’t Muslim women marry Non-Muslim men?”
“What exactly is an Islamic dress?”
“Why don’t you believe in the Trinity?”
These were amongst t…