Spurred by the tragic terror attacks in Paris, Muslims took to social media in January to positively reclaim the image of the Prophet Muhammad. Using the hashtag #WhoIsMuhammad, people from around the world recast what they knew of him: a loving h…
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…
My sister, know that only
a prayer keeps us afloat
pulling down, pushing
through the boarded window.
I pack three suitcases
for part two of the world:
sleeping in, cheap wine,
tax forms, sorority girls.
I will miss…
He gently laid the dried petals into the potpourri vase and swirled through them slightly. As the faint fragrance rose and wafted through the air, his mind drifted back to beloved memories of his childhood. He remembered his parents and how every …
I walk upon what ceases to remain,
Where neither wall nor beam was spared.
I walk on broken glass of windowpanes
On a night when no one else seems to care.
I cannot tell a soul to protect my name,
This house holds with it a burden of sham…
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…
“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…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her scarf. Picking up her bag, she walked to the door of her office and shut the light as she left.
“Leaving for the day, boss?” said a young wr…
Sometimes we think that just because there is light everything is clear. We fail to see the shades. We are blind to the shadows of their stories.
On one of your semi-solitary strolls along the river of cement, you encounter a palace whose only …