My stomach clenched. Surrounded by an unpleasant stench in the gym, I froze with fear as my physical education teacher informed us that the upcoming weeks would be spent learning the salsa dance. The goal of these lessons was to understand how to …
Nothing comes, nothing comes
like the setting of the sun,
like a song already sung,
nothing comes, nothing comes.
Still he stands there, getting redder
as the silence starts to fester.
Still sad silence from the jester:
nothing comes, not…
She sees herself in black and white:
No vibrant hues, no trace of life.
No shade, no texture, spark of hope
Just insufficient paint-brush strokes
The centering is off, the nose misplaced–
It hangs off in a sorry state.
The eyes too sma…
Oh weeping stars,
Do your falling tears bring any benefit?
The night has brought its cover over the sky,
Soothing many eyes to rest under its blanket.
But mine refuses to close from the grief they behold,
They search for an answer to relieve …
This is a question which has probably been lingering in the minds of many “Islamically-aware” youth in the Muslim community for a very long time. They may be the main volunteers in their masjid, be active in their MSA, but cannot figure out an eff…
I walk into the Masjid and meet two youth (only a year or two younger than me). While waiting for our class to begin, I take out my iPod Touch to read some Qur’an.
However, one of the two kids eagerly asks if he could see it, pretty please.
Our society is filled with hurt and despair. The sad part is that we, as Muslim youth, don’t make it any better.
Unfortunately, many people do not realize that any statement or action of hurt will hurt, regardless of what one may say.
All too often, we see individuals being raised up by their communities and then just leaving when they’re old enough.
When they were younger, they used to attend the full-time/weekend school, spend hours at the playground with other children, a…
When you look up at the night sky these days, in your own city, what do you see?
For me, all I see are a bunch of gloomy clouds. MashaAllah it’s a beautiful picture, but tell me, do you see any STARs?
It seems that nowadays, all of our STARs hav…
When Imam Nawawi was young, he used to be pursued by the children of his town as they continually asked him to join them in their games.
They used to sneer, jeer, and try every conceivable method to get him to join, but he used to break away fr…