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Crowned: Fatima and Samina are best friends about to graduate from Marina Bay High School. In their exciting last year of school, Fatima is faced with a dilemma that many Muslim seniors face: PROM. But the issue isn't should I or should I not go to Prom, the issue is...should I run for Prom Queen?" Meanwhile, at home, Mariam has just graduated college and is being pressured to get married. Mom has set her up with the Ahmeds' son, and now the courtship is about to begin. Join the girls on MuslimMatters every Wednesday this April as they walk down the path towards getting "crowned." Read More »

Crowned: Fatima and Samina are best friends about to graduate from Marina Bay High School. In their exciting last year of school, Fatima is faced with a dilemma that many Muslim seniors face: PROM. But the issue isn't should I or should I not go to Prom, the issue is...should I run for Prom Queen?" Meanwhile, at home, Mariam has just graduated college and is being pressured to get married. Mom has set her up with the Ahmeds' son, and now the courtship is about to begin. Join the girls on MuslimMatters every Wednesday this April as they walk down the path towards getting "crowned." Read More »

Crowned: Fatima and Samina are best friends about to graduate from Marina Bay High School. In their exciting last year of school, Fatima is faced with a dilemma that many Muslim seniors face: PROM. But the issue isn't should I or should I not go to Prom, the issue is...should I run for Prom Queen?" Meanwhile, at home, Mariam has just graduated college and is being pressured to get married. Mom has set her up with the Ahmeds' son, and now the courtship is about to begin. Join the girls on Muslim Matters every Wednesday this April as they walk down the path towards getting "crowned." Read More »

  By: Mehmudah Rehman   The still night descended upon a pensive Fatima like a canopy of dark opportunity. She gazed blankly at the glass in front of her. The deep red wine caressed the contours of the glass, its soft bubbles leaving their trace on the goblet. She sighed ... Read More »

The cubicles were still, the hum of the computers absent and the office nearly empty except for one woman. She was typing intently, turning only to check what she was writing against various charts strewn around her desk. Once she looked at her watch and then began to type with renewed energy. At 6:15 she finished with a flourish of fingers across the keys and then saved her document. She sighed and then gathered up the sheets of paper, sliding them neatly into a folder and then into her desk. Read More »

The atmosphere around me is one of urgency and the mood is intense. I shudder. I look around and find myself surrounded by faces looking on in awe. I reach out to touch an arm, it retracts. I grab a hand, it slithers out of my grasp. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I too begin to imitate the hushed, anxious crowd. I know where I am now. This is the Day of Judgment. Read More »

The hands on the clock said 1:45. She would come at 1:58, though her appointment was at two, and she would walk in and give a polite smile and say, quite simply, "Hello." And he would smile, genuinely happy, and stand and return the greeting, courteously ask how she was doing and then offer her a chair on the other side of his desk. Then he would sit in tense silence as she opened her bag and took out the grammar books and the lessons for the day. He would look only at her hands as she did because looking at her face would be too obvious. Read More »

A poem inspired by the ban on prayer in public. Read More »

The hands on the clock said 1:45. She would come at 1:58, though her appointment was at two, and she would walk in and give a polite smile and say, quite simply, "Hello." And he would smile, genuinely happy, and stand and return the greeting, courteously ask how she was doing and then offer her a chair on the other side of his desk. Then he would sit in tense silence as she opened her bag and took out the grammar books and the lessons for the day. He would look only at her hands as she did because looking at her face would be too obvious. Read More »

Assalamu alaykum readers, We have had some great additions to the MuslimMatters family. This week we will be publishing our first post by internationally acclaimed author Umm Zakkiyah. Umm Zakiyyah was born in 1975 in Long Island, New York, to parents who had come from devoutly Christian homes. Her parents, ... Read More »