The Truth by Minha Khan I looked at my watch. It read 9pm; he was late. But then again, what else could you expect from a Pakistani...
Ramadan2013 Posts By: Fu’ad Lawal “Fa innama al usri yusra” The lump in his throat makes it difficult for him to recite any further. For days, weeks,...
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...
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,...
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...
Louis and Kadija sat in the crowded waiting room at Highland Hospital. The room smelled faintly of bleach...