Archives / Raadia Khan

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You Are Ethereal

This is a message to anyone who has ever struggled, with anything: You’ll be okay. Sit back and remember; Allah loves you, a lot. You were born with a fate written for you, and you know that. You are alive, you are breathing. Your heart is beating against your ribcage, your cells are quivering, your blood cells fighting and rushing to deliver oxygen to every part of you. Your brain pulses with emotion, with thought, and with chemicals. And your body is fighting to keep you alive with every...

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Not Her Cup of Tea: Part II

Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’ She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were tensed with concentration, versus her previous hopelessness. She was still Amaan with her tattered sneakers and tired eyes. But at the same time, she was not Amaan. She was not the same girl who was scared of her own emotions, numb with mourning, or too paralyzed to get up and act, change the world with her own hands. Amaan’s arms...

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Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I

Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud streaked her tattered sneakers and seeped through the splitting seams. Squelch. She could feel the wetness inside her shoes. Now her socks were soaked too. She pulled the thick sweaters around her shoulders tighter, hugging her arms close. Amaan had always assumed the horrible stories about kids losing their families were simply melodramatic tales, used to frighten more well-off children into being thankful. Amaan had also thought that these...

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Colors of the Wind

Become one with the earth. Lay upon the dirt from which you came. Sinking, melting, Streaming down the crevices Cracks, slipping further. We return to the earth, don’t we? Go, return to your Lord. Creator. Guardian. Let the sun wash over your skin. Bask in the beams of mercy, A gift from your Lord Calling to you Pray Beg Bathe in the sheets of noor Filling every pore, hole, void, With longing To glide along the bridges threading from sky to earth. Crystal droplets, dancing Sloshing, swishing Flowing down...

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Drowning in Sin

Her fingers stretched toward the disturbed surface of water. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then, she plunged. She plunged into a world where people did not care about their Lord, a world where shades of black engulfed her, where a searing pain cut off her feeble air supply. The only certainty was uncertainty, the only relief defeat. Her limbs flailed helplessly, her mouth moved in soundless cries for help. Bubbles sprouted from her mouth, carrying away the praise of Allah she so desperately needed to...