I won’t pretend to be capable of writing a fitting tribute to the nation builder, Shaykh Muhammad Alshareef. There are…
Perhaps you were promisedLike rain in a monsoonRaising my hands to the skyExpecting the storm to followPerhaps it was the…
Zayna pressed the piece of chalk deep into the warm black concrete, the chalk melting in her sweaty palm as…
Intisar shut down her laptop, picked up her jacket and tucked a stray wisp of curly brown hair into her…
Her fingers stretched toward the disturbed surface of water. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then, she…
As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something…
Imagine the anguish of pincers repeatedly tearing your cheeks apart. Imagine lying on your back and having a large man…
