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A Vignette of Two Vendors

I know a woman who sells perfume, and keeps me apprized of the richest scents in bloom. Whenever I find my fragrances nearly finished, I peer into her shop window before the store hours diminish. Ever ready is she with scents that enliven the air: Freesia, Jasmine, Vanilla, and Pear. Finally, when I manage to tear myself away, the fragrances linger upon me, far from decay. I then see a man parting from a blacksmith marked, It seemed on his journey home he embarked, In a state unfit, unclean...

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Sweeter Than Sleep

She wakes to the galaxy of Styrofoam forming her popcorn-ceiling and wonders why she can discern the intricacies of it before dawn? Groaning, she covers her face in shame; the sun has risen, but He needs not light to see what she has failed to do. The makeshift shelter of her hands is dismantled and gropes for the blanket that once appeared a comfort, making sleep seem sweeter. But throughout the globe, wherever the submitters reside, men from among them called out before dawn, Salah is better than sleep....

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You Are What You Click

Have you ever considered that what you click while surfing the Internet has a lot to say about who you are as a person? One of my favorite things to do when I have a free moment is to read blogs, specifically blogs written by Muslim brothers and sisters. It is always interesting to see what is important enough for them to blog about. Beyond the usual musings my Muslim siblings have (personal lives, politics, fiqh issues and the list goes on), my favorite type of blog entry is...