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Inner Inferno

A blank page stared at me from the monitor. Thoughts pounded as they raced to put words together. Twenty-six little building blocks were set to construct, but the alphabet refused to fall in place for a blasted paper. I smacked the keyboard and buried my face in my sweaty hands. I wanted to smoke. I directed myself away from the thought, lifting my head as I took a deep breath. I had promised to quit. After attending a few Islamic conferences, listening to various CDs, and spending time at...

27 November 2011 | Desires, Smoking | , , , , , | 11 Comments
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A Mother’s Gift: Part II

Continued From “A Mother’s Gift: Part I.”  Three days went by. I went to school after the morning at Daniel’s house, trying to forget everything and catch up on my work.  I wanted to graduate; I wanted to get out of the life I had thrown myself into after my father’s death. I spent more time with my brother at night. He, at almost nine years old, was slowly starting to read, and that was something I couldn’t miss in his  life. My little brother was born early, and...

16 November 2011 | Parents | , , , , , , , , | 24 Comments
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A Mother’s Gift: Part I

I looked at my watch, holding it under a streetlight. 12:00 – midnight. I ran down the street, heart racing, shoes pounding against the wet concrete. Bleak, dull houses passed in a blur under the blotchy night sky as I gasped for air, checking the road behind me to see if anyone had followed. I reached the porch of our house, dim light visible through the cracked window in the door. I opened the door slowly to keep the creaks to a minimum. I took slow, careful steps over...

14 November 2011 | Parents | , , , , , , , | 14 Comments
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Fire In My Belly

Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked self are often enough to leave me consumed. As of late, I’ve been ruminating over a particular conversation. Dialogue highlighted by misplaced anxieties, a dream’s fragility and advice drenched in gold. My friend and I sat in a small coffee shop while the melodious hissing of espresso machines and overcast chattering of other customers filled the vaulted room. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too!”, she solemnly...

05 June 2011 | Passion | , , , , | 7 Comments
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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....

05 May 2011 | Prayer | , , , , | 6 Comments
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Passing With Flying Colors

Written By Fatimah Waseem and Amal K. The minutes ticked by as I sat in the examination room. Pencils scratched their way across test booklets – a steady rhythm sometimes interrupted by a heavy sigh, the drop of a pencil, or the sound of someone erasing. It was one of the longest exams I ever had to take, but I remained optimistic that I would do well and finish in time. 45 minutes remained. Soon enough, I came to the end of the exam and began reviewing my answers....

14 February 2011 | Worship | , , , , , | 18 Comments
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Another Chance

As with any other night, exhaustion overcame me as I got ready for bed. Prayer, eh, it wasn’t exactly something I longed for. Most of the time, I was lazy and  felt there was nothing that would require me to get up and pray. After all, I thought, I was not really in need of anything.   I slipped into bed and gazed at the ceiling, taking one last glance at the room I was so used to seeing. Moments later, something woke me up. The excruciatingly painful sound of ambulances...

27 January 2011 | Calamities | , , , , | 12 Comments
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I’m So Not Worth Anything

It was a beautiful moonlit, starless night. I gazed out of the window and breathed in deeply. It all seemed so peaceful, but yet, the turmoil within me seemed to be raging harder than ever. I had a sudden urge to jump and just let go. Let go of my worries, my problems, my life… I’m so not worth anything. Sometimes I feel like my family thinks I was only a nuisance…and I don’t blame them. After all, they have to pay for my food, pay for my school,...

27 December 2010 | Depression | , , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments
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An Overnight Orphan

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. The plane will be landing shortly, so please fasten your seatbelts,” the pilot announced. After buckling his seatbelt back on, Ahmad resumed gazing out the airplane window into the gray and dreary sky. His thoughts returned once more to that fateful day… His sister had finally graduated from college and the family had gone out to a local restaurant to celebrate. He didn’t go because he had a final exam the next day and had to finish studying. Tears started welling...

15 May 2010 | Activism | , , | 4 Comments
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Wisdom From Unlikely Sources

Go to any quotation site, and you’ll notice that most of the quotes come from famous people. However, whoever said that wisdom comes only from famous people? The following is a compilation of true stories and conjured tales from MYM staff writers (as well as a special guest writer towards the end) that think otherwise and have encountered wisdom from unlikely sources.  Here goes: Sr. Maryam: Go Down To Go Up I remember going to a hospital for a meeting with a doctor. I got off the car, the hospital’s entrance door...

26 February 2010 | Activism | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 13 Comments
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