Allah Tag Archive

Breath of Death

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Dec 28, 2017 · 15 min read

It’s funny, how we live life fretting over the pettiest things, and not fretting over the important things. For example, this past...

Awake at This Hour

Maryam Abdul-Kareem
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Nov 15, 2017 · 2 min read

To be awake at this hour, submitting to my Lord / Awake! / To the nourishment of the soul...

Encased in a Dead Body

Memoir by
Apr 2, 2017 · 12 min read

It was a difficult day. My wife and I left weekend school early to attend the funeral prayer and burial of a community member’s father. I...

An Anachronism of Sorts

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Mar 5, 2017 · 6 min read

At first, I simply thought I didn’t matter. Not necessarily because my voice, being so soft, was ignored or spoken over whenever it...

The Most Beautiful Names: Part 1

MYM Staff
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Feb 26, 2017 · 6 min read

“And to Allah belong the best names, so invoke Him by them.” – Surah Al-A’raf 7:180 Join the MYM Staff as we...

A Silent Reconciliation

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Dec 17, 2016 · 4 min read

He sighed, trudging towards the bathroom. His day had consisted of chai, tables, charts and angry clients. He had come home to find out...

Where Will You Turn?

Poem by
Nov 14, 2016 · 5 min read

When the going gets rough, where will you turn? When inside the chest you have a sensation that burns And a myriad of enemies attack you so...

I See Creation

Poem by
Jan 4, 2013 · 2 min read

Open the world. What do you see? Hidden within the vibrant blues, I see lace coral, starfish, The seadragon carrying life on its tail, In...

The Finish Line

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Dec 25, 2012 · 3 min read

Tasks and assignments piled high Due dates and deadlines on the rise Not a moment to stop, to think of life I race through my time: The...

Across the Dirt Road

Memoir by
Aug 25, 2012 · 5 min read

It all flashed right before my eyes, right across the street from the tailor’s shack in northern Bangladesh. My aunt and uncle were...

Words From Heaven

Memoir by
Aug 17, 2012 · 7 min read

The words gracefully marched in unison, vibrating all along, to where they were meant to gather. It was as if a gentle breeze was blowing,...