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You’re standing in front of a tall Tower. You reach out and feel the foundation, it’s real enough. You rap against it with your knuckles and the solidness of it kind of hurts, send shivers into your hand. You pass your palm along the wall and it is smooth, flawless. There is no question at all about whether the Tower exists. You smile to yourself and lean against the building whistling a happy tune. 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 »

The living room was dark except for a thin shaft of light that shone underneath the front door. A clock chimed, once, twice, thrice. The curtains on the window were drawn, and only the faintest glow from the outside world passed through them. In that darkness the father shifted his weight on the sofa. Read More »

A poem inspired by events in Libya and Egypt...Don't forget them in your Du'a! Read More »

By an 18 yr old author who wants to remain Anonymous “Wow…..Glory be to You, my Lord…..this is amazing…surely, I do find no faults in Your creation, the sky above is sooo high, it's so huge and yet doesn't fall on our head ever, it's so beautiful that I can ... Read More »

I had been looking for my roommate Dawud for an hour and a half before I finally found him. I had checked the dorm, the campus library, the prayer hall and the cafeteria. If I had been smarter, I would've checked the bar first. Sister Hina had called my cell ... Read More »

Some verses about Tablighi Jamat: The Tablighis, easy target for criticism, Attacks against them launched with cynicism, Politically unaware, intellectually docile, Painted by some as simplistically puerile Read More »

My name is Mahfara Bakht. I'm 16 years old and living in Canada. One morning after praying Fajr, I found that I couldn't fall back asleep. So I sat at my desk. Beside my desk is a huge window that I enjoy looking out of whenever I have the need ... Read More »

This is a poem written by a “mystery” Sheikh whom many of us know and love. He wished to share the poem with you all and is eager to read your thoughts regarding it. Read More »

This ummah is in danger, and something must be done, But first we must remember that as an ummah, we are one. Like a single body undergoing trials and tests, When one part feels the pain, it is felt throughout the rest. Read More »