A Short Story By Umm Zakiyyah “You should really consider accepting their offer,” Mona said. Barakah sighed as she balanced the cell phone between her shoulder...
The dreamy quality of the production of award-winning film Prince Among Slaves: The Cultural Legacy of Enslaved Africans transports the audience away from the Capitol View Library in...
Today we will be hearing from 9-year-old Hana Hubert from Delaware, USA. In her poem “Beauty of the Heavens and the Earth,” she describes the blessings...
When she woke for Fajr, she didn’t know at first where she was. Her shoulder was stiff where she had fallen on it the day before.
Feeling as if she’d been shocked with a stun gun, Jamilah hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face,...
By Ammar AlShukry Cross-posted from: https://www.facebook.com/ammarpoetry/posts/532319246788139 I had some fun writing this one. Purely fictional, no offense intended. I met Ahmed, he was a dejected fellow,...
Jamilah caught the mouth-watering scent of chicken and lentils. When she walked into the living room wearing a dress and hijab, all conversation stopped.
“We don’t make deals with Allah,” Kadija said. “Making a deal implies that each side needs something from the other, and they’re coming to an accommodation.
“That’s my bike,” Jamilah said forcefully. “You stole it. And I’m taking it back.” She picked the bike up from the ground and began to walk...
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...
