Nina was, in her words, “one of the lucky ones”, and when she tells her story, she says the one thing that made the biggest difference...
January 2010 San Francisco, California If Jamilah didn’t get that bike back, she was done. What could she do? Go back home to the nowhere town...
Louis and Kadija sat in the crowded waiting room at Highland Hospital. The room smelled faintly of bleach...
What time was it? Louis had been dreaming that he was riding in a personnel carrier in the southern suburbs of Baghdad...
That next Friday afternoon, Kadija called. Louis could not have been more surprised if she had leaped onto the roof of his cab and done a...
October 2008 San Francisco, California Louis wondered if the Muslim woman with the sky-blue scarf would call for a ride that day, and if he’d manage...
This is a poem that I wrote about 8 years ago. It is a very modest attempt to summarize the Creed of Ahlus-Sunnah in poetry format,...
“Sit.” Jessica turned from where she was parting the heavily brocaded curtains to peer outside into the darkness. She found a large woman with deep olive...
Ramadan2012 Posts I recently listened to a spoken word poem that I’d like to share with all of you, along with my reflection on it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1xP1akEoO...
Scenes 1 & 2 | Scenes 3 & 4 | Scenes 5 & 6 | Scenes 7, 8 & 9 Scene Seven, After School. Part One:...
