suicide

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Her Name was Mariam

It was only ever supposed to be a joke, a trick, a meager, selfish brutality that we thought would fade away just as soon as it was committed. I suppose it was foolish of us not to expect anything more, it was foolish enough of us to expect anything at all. We, with our gum-snapping, eye rolling, lip-curling and hair-flipping were so entranced, so caught up in the beauty of what it meant to be beautiful in the intoxicating splendor of living, of youth, of power, and of vanity....

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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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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,...

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Emo Muslim Youth?

Our society is filled with hurt and despair. The sad part is that we, as Muslim youth, don’t make it any better. Unfortunately, many people do not realize that any statement or action of hurt will hurt, regardless of what one may say. We may call it gentle teasing or good-natured ribbing, but at the end of the day, they are all mere attempts to explain the several shades of hurt that we may inflict on others. When this is being done on a continuous basis, we become immune...

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An Unstoppable Murder

Reading the Washington Post, I came across a first page article that really struck me; it was basically about an Amtrak engineer who had watched a dozen suicides happen in front of his eyes over the course of twenty years. People would be sitting in the middle of train tracks just waiting to be hit, and the train engineers would not be able to deter the person with their frantic horn blasts and their attempts to brake the 75-mph train. As I read through the article, I was wonderstruck...