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On That Day

I didn’t know how much more I could take. I wanted to scream. I checked the clock for the umpteenth time; it was 02:00, my heart was racing and I still wasn’t asleep. The palpitations were now being felt in my throat as the level of unease only increased with the passage of time. The windows were all open; the night was silent and cool, yet I still felt like I was burning inside. Within minutes I was drenched in my own sweat. It had become intolerable and I...

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The Hourglass

How I longed to live in those moments that passed. Though stationary I sat, inside I was going fast. For I was an hourglass of trickling sand, Whose final hour ended when I fell from your hand. There were rough days of constant turning And all the while I was earnestly yearning. That for a little bit longer, things should be the same, But soon enough, I was upside down again. Some days it all went so pleasantly slow, Like sand sifting gently from my head to my toes....

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Who is in Control?

09:46 – I wasn’t getting any closer to my destination. I was still on the bus, stuck in traffic. I had left extra early to be on time but the lecture starts in less than 15 minutes. I started panicking, wondering whether I’d be able to make it on time. As I waited in distress, it eventually dawned on me that I was worrying over something that was neither under my influence or control. I had jumped on the bus with a ticket of my own doing. Someone else had...

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A Soul’s Showpiece

It stood gracefully on a shelf of an antique wooden cabinet – a showpiece in the shape of a heart bordered with Swarovski diamonds. Its many edges, cut with the utmost precision, gave it an additional dazzling shine that captured the eyes of visitors.  Even though it was just another piece picked out of many from a crystal gallery, it had an air of superiority among the other artifacts that it was placed with. Its new surrounding was rather too rusty for a heavenly thing like it to reside....

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The Finish Line

Tasks and assignments piled high Due dates and deadlines on the rise Not a moment to stop, to think of life I race through my time: The days just pass me by, The weekends are a blur– Weekdays even more. I drown in my time: I am drifting far away. There is no time– I feel To make dua’a and pray. My prayers are like exercise– No longer do I value The meaning of sujood, The meaning of khushu’. I sink through my time: Reciting Quran mindlessly, Chanting istighfar...

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Quantum Barakah

“All right, everyone. Let’s recite Surah Al-Asr before we finish class,” I announced to thirteen pairs of brown eyes staring up at me. In unison, the chorus of excited third-graders began to read the Surah. One little girl in a puffy white coat and gauzy blue hijab leapt up in excitement, waving her hands grandiosely as she recited the Surah. The boy sitting next to her saw this as a challenge; grinning, he increased his voice three octaves to try and overshadow her. By the time the Surah was...

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Painting Time

I’m wasting colours, painting time, Throwing the pen in the air, Slicing okra in the orange-faded Kitchen, watching the thirds tessellate Like broken stencils in the colander. The metal fades, so I drag the blinds And unscroll the curtains to see rain Slipping down the windows. The Song? Tapestries of water Drops, puddles, oceans, casting lullabies, I try to follow – but my voice dies, They whisper the tune until I forget. Everything turns to dust: I can tell you I will, not when, There are shapes in the shadows,...

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Living Life to the Fullest

Last week, my sister and I went out for a walk and began to discuss our experiences at school. I loved speaking to her since I could talk to her about just about anything, and knew she wouldn’t tell anybody else about our conversations. This time, I told her about a previous teacher of mine whom I recently found out was diagnosed with cancer. I explained just how amazing of a woman this teacher was, Masha’Allah, and told my sister about all of the things that she had already...

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Don’t Inform Me

This is a rant. This is a rant of a young man angry at the age he lives in. In this anger, there is not harshness; rather it is an anger of understanding. An understanding of the age that I live in. And the age that I live in is the age of information. Information blasts our eardrums, stimulates our pupils, and invades our brains each second of our days. Dazed, we take in all we can from each screen presented to us: the TVs and the PCs, the...

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The Extra Mile

Ever wondered what was the difference between an ordinary person and an extraordinary person? It’s just that one remained ordinary, while the other went the extra mile, making him extraordinary. Sounds too simple to be true? Take a quick look at the famous personalities around us. Whether they are famous in the field of politics, sports, acting, or any other prolific career, they usually got there by simply putting in the extra time that others didn’t. In politics, anybody can theoretically run for an elected position, yet we only...