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...
Every few decades a story is written that resonates with people across cultures and across histories to create a bridge of understanding spanning centuries of basic...
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...
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...
