For as long as I can remember, my mind fled towards Allah. I recall being a child of merely four years, lingering alone on the second floor of my grandfather’s house, and reciting His name. I vaguely remember my step-grandmother emerging from her …
My heart is a wreck,
Iman equivalent to a speck.
I feel as though I stand in prayer alone
When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown.
For eleven months, I have waited for this time
When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime.
I stepped onto the crowded bus and after weaving my way through chattering school kids, mothers carrying crying babies and elderly women clutching their bags, I finally heaved myself into a seat by a window. I was exhausted, soaked, and near to te…