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A Month To Eternity

My heart is a wreck, Iman equivalent to a speck. I feel as though I stand in prayer alone When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown. For eleven months, I have waited for this time When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime. Then comes a new moon like a dream, And the world sings, “Ramadan kareem,” I pray so sincerely for the light to stay past thirty days, These moments believers spend reciting His praise. Those that have never prayed the entire year Fall in prostration...

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Where is Home?

Home. Where is home? I thought of this and only then was I faced with the inevitable. “We’re going to move by the end of the year.” My father’s sudden words temporarily silenced me. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to feel. “Do I have a choice?” I asked, afraid of what I knew he was going to say. “No,” he said quietly. He sensed my pain. He’s seen this look on my face before. But he too, had no choice. I tried...

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Raindrops of Realization

I stepped onto the crowded bus and after weaving my way through chattering school kids, mothers carrying crying babies and elderly women clutching their bags, I finally heaved myself into a seat by a window. I was exhausted, soaked, and near to tears.  I had had a roller coaster of a day.  From this morning’s minor argument with my mum to the drenched revision notes lying in my bag which I had spent all morning on to a stupid misunderstanding with my best friend to the failed maths test...