As our teachers predicted, the majority of students would not come back after the first year. Last semester, at least 150 of us sat in an auditorium room for the three year Associates Degree program.
“The house at the end of the street was…scary, dreary, dangerous, abandoned…”
I watched the responses roll in and thought, Jeesh…maybe I should have just gone to the dawat with my family.
Is there still hope for me? From dust, I was brought into the world. And to dust I shall return. Yet I wonder, have I spent these years well? Have I served my lord well?
April 2005 “Raa-fia?” the physician’s assistant called out. I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to be here. “Please…
“There are giants in the sky,” I whispered to my little cousin, tucking her in as I flipped to the…
In Jannah, inshaAllah, I pray my home will be made of many rooms, each one holding a memory of those dearest to me. One of those rooms will be a red-bricked house, part-dorm, part-home..
It was pink. The cupcake filling was pink. In all honesty, I was expecting blue. For some reason I always thought that we’d have a boy first. Not in a gender-biased way, but in an “our family kept having dreams it was a boy so it altered our expectations” way.
At ten years old, you get invited to a classmate’s house for her birthday party for the first time. Between cake and presents, you observe the presence of her older sister in the background: a towering figure, so cool, almost unapproachable.
