By Umm Zakiyyah a short story PART ONE | PART TWO After the summer internship, Paula and I went our separate ways. We kept in touch,...
By Umm Zakiyyah a short story PART ONEย | PART TWO I hugged my knees and concentrated my attention on the parking lot beyond my third-floor...
A new spoken word piece by Shahroz Beautiful child, beautiful child Whoever told you that you weren’t beautiful is a liar Every man and woman judges...
Last night, after isha prayer, people in the masjid broke up into the circles that they always do, socializing and tending to different issues. One of...
I was stunned. These assorted treasures must be worth a small fortune. Where had they come from? Were they my fatherโs share of the Haddad family...
As I approached I slowed, and finally stopped at the driveway, in the exact spot where - long ago - our family car had exploded with...
โAโaight,โ Rashid said. โJust throw down like you do. They probly gonโ come at us on the mainline, so keep yoโ back to the wall. When...
If you’re over the age of 20, then chances are that you already have a healthy cynicism for the attention span of people younger than you....
The judge stared at me for a long moment through bushy white eyebrows, then said, "I believe you, young man. I see a lot of desperate...
I was a wreck. Iโd forget customersโ orders, drop things, and once I came to work barefoot. I was afraid to look in the faces of...