People walked in every direction, tarp-covered carts sold street food, young men washed windshields with dirty bucket water, well-dressed black women performed manicures in makeshift booths,...
I put a hand over my eyes, shutting out the bright sunlight. I felt like crying or shouting. No, I told myself. Pray instead. Pray. Allah...
Isra’s Big Day By Sabriya Isra stared blankly at the paper in front of her. Her teacher had said that she had to write down the name of...