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Bittersweet Solitude

In the chilling whispers of the night, Thoughts begin to race, take flight. I listen to my shallow breathing And the thump of my heart’s rhythmic beating. When emotions pour out one by one, I try to escape them, I try to run. Anxiety creeps in like roots of a tree, Suffocating in a darkness deeper than I can see. Blinded by a despicable hatred, As I watch those dear to me become alienated. The walls inside me that I have so carefully rebuilt Have crumbled away with tears...

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Flicker of Hope

Numbness overcomes me once I finally see That I beg for a savior, but it is in vain that I plea. Storm clouds enshroud the sunrise As we commence the unveiling of lies. The pleasure some find in others’ pain Is a cruelty by which the pretentious kings reign. It is through the darkness of deceit, I perceive, That they speak articulately, but only to deceive. Anguish makes my throat constricted; Let this be the last time our hearts are conflicted. As the universe comes crashing to the ground,...

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With A Soul, I Fly

The following piece, “With a Soul, I Fly” by Hibbah Haddam, was chosen from a selection of submissions for Expressions: Sisters’ Open Mic, an event at George Mason University sponsored by Muslim Youth Musings. On November 28th, participants were given the opportunity to share poetry, perform spoken word in front of an audience, and compete for a chance to be published on MYM. A group of seven talented young female poets and spoken word artists rose to the challenge, exuding inspiration with powerful imagery, clever satire, smooth rhymes, and...

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Finding My Calling

Life is a journey. It continues through the passing of time. I stepped into a city of gray. I walked through its streets with no guide. People passed by with expressionless faces. Cars honked each other as they stalled in the hum of traffic. The wind masked the monotonic footsteps within the metropolitan area. And the sun hid lazily behind the towering skyscrapers. Whether I walked in a circle or forward, I did not know. I felt the speedy rush hour pace during the day and saw the never...

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Across the Dirt Road

It all flashed right before my eyes, right across the street from the tailor’s shack in northern Bangladesh. My aunt and uncle were having a salwar kameez, a traditional Bangladeshi outfit, tailored for me. After purchasing the material, we dropped the fabric at the tailor’s shack. The simple shack was made of wood and tin, located directly across a green pond. I stood there, observing the scene, while the tailor took measurements for the clothing. I saw a rickshaw peddler cross the dirt road and step into a shop...

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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...

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Letting Things Go For Allah

I was inspired to write this earlier today when a friend of mine asked me for advice: “I just cannot stop listening to music…I want to, but it’s too hard!” This is something we’ve all probably said to ourselves, or listened to others say. Whether the issue at hand is music or something else, we have a hard time letting go of the things that we hold dear in our hearts. There is a burning fire in some of us that makes us want to let go and change,...