The Eye of the Artist

She sees herself in black and white: No vibrant hues, no trace of life. No shade, no texture, spark of hope Just insufficient paint-brush strokes The centering is off, the nose misplaced– It hangs off in a sorry state. The eyes too small, too dull, too lidless, Narrowed, lashless, doleful, listless A mouth too pinched, too hard a line, Crooked, bent, a river of wine The rough skin covered in craters and scars, A moonscape, crumbling, a palace of stars Dull hair, sparse locks, thinly drawn, Miserly strokes, artlessly...


To Tape to My Dorm Wall

My sister, know that only a prayer keeps us afloat for tomorrow: pulling down, pushing through the boarded window. I pack three suitcases for part two of the world: sleeping in, cheap wine, tax forms, sorority girls. I will miss my little brother calling adhan. Will I wake for fajr, a pink dawn? In a few months, I will have all Ramadhan, alone, to leash myself, to work my way through a plastic box of Palestine’s sweetest pitted dates. This summer, I’ll be packing my bags and preparing to...


Are You Different?

“Islam began as something strange, and will revert to being strange as it began. So give glad tidings to the strangers.” -The Messenger of Allah (may Allah’s peace and blessings be upon him) (narrated by Muslim from Abu Hurayrah) Are you a stranger? Or are you just an average Joe? Are you DIFFERENT? Or do you fit in with the crowd just fine? Below is a poem from spoken word poet Silent-K (Raa’id Khan) on the identity of Muslim youth.