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Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1

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Nov 21, 2016 · 10 min read

“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by their names you know. And...

How Could She Do This?

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Sep 27, 2016 · 5 min read

HOW COULD SHE DO THIS? I really looked up to her, I can’t believe she would stoop this low. I mean, she was the first hijabi to appear on...

Today’s Speech: Something About Islam

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Aug 9, 2016 · 5 min read

Seven minute talk, just a seven minute talk. No big deal. Salah. Praying five times a day. That’s a good topic, right? It’s simple,...

One Month In

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May 28, 2015 · 5 min read

I don’t know if you should forgive me. He doesn’t dare say it out loud, but he’s thinking it. He sits on the floor next...

A Soul’s Return

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Aug 22, 2014 · 4 min read

She walked with her legs heavy and her soul down. The air was cold and sharp and stung the inside of her nose as she took a deep breath....

Her Name was Mariam

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Jun 5, 2014 · 11 min read

It was only ever supposed to be a joke, a trick, a meager, selfish brutality that we thought would fade away just as soon as it was...

Diary of a Syrian Refugee

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Jan 18, 2014 · 9 min read

March 18, 2012 The noise of the fighting on the other side of the border has started up again, more a groaning clatter sputtering...

Not Her Cup of Tea: Part II

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May 29, 2013 · 9 min read

Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning,...

Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I

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May 26, 2013 · 6 min read

Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud streaked her...

Who is in Control?

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Mar 19, 2013 · 5 min read

09:46 – I wasn’t getting any closer to my destination. I was still on the bus, stuck in traffic. I had left extra early to be on time...

A Bouquet of Love

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Mar 5, 2013 · 7 min read

He gently laid the dried petals into the potpourri vase and swirled through them slightly. As the faint fragrance rose and wafted through...

The Red Agenda

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Jan 15, 2013 · 13 min read

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...