Activism

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Invisible Fetters

It was fifteen minutes to midnight and sleep was the last thing on my mind. I lazily scrolled through the news feed on my Facebook account before logging out. Suddenly, something caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat and my fingers went numb. “It can’t be… But how?” I whispered to myself. Yet there it was, right before my eyes. Involuntarily, tears began to well up in my eyes. Vague memories of the past flashed before me. I saw him – a tall, dark brown figure, with spectacles...

14 January 2013 | Dawah, Death, Environment | , , , , , , | 17 Comments
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Send Me to the Planetarium

As a young girl, I developed an overzealous fascination with outer space. The balance of the blazing stars astounded me – especially as they contrasted against the composed and appeasing moon. When I was ten years old, my mother gifted me with a miniature telescope which I treasured whole-heartedly. I loved everything about it: its fluorescent yellow coloring and accented lines of charcoal grey, its accompanying encyclopedia containing pages and pages decorated with the images of constellations that I one day hoped to locate, but most of all that...

01 January 2012 | Activism | , , , , | 6 Comments
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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...

11 December 2011 | Passion | , , , , | 7 Comments
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Atheism Nearly Cost Me My Life

Imagine being hunted. You cannot see your attacker, but you know that the attacker will catch up with you. So you run anyway. Run. You reach a crossroads, and you do not know which road to take. You pick any; it does not matter to you, because the attacker will catch up with you. At some point, you slow down, and you forget about the attacker. But then, later, you’ll remember the chase. And you’ll keep running, and running, and running. Until you are so tired that you do...

27 August 2011 | Activism | , , , , , , | 6 Comments
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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...

24 August 2011 | Activism | , , , , , | 13 Comments
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Haunting Sins

I wonder how you get to sleep at night. I wonder how could you possibly just close your eyes and shut the tall thick wooden doors on the world. Shut it out completely. Erase it from your mind. I wonder if you lie there staring at the ceiling, like normal people do, countless thoughts sprinting through your mind. Or does the intense burden of your sins exhaust you and you fall into a painless oblivion. Unaware and unconscious. You see, for me my sins keep me awake. They haunt...

13 July 2011 | Activism | , , , | 5 Comments
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Fire In My Belly

Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked self are often enough to leave me consumed. As of late, I’ve been ruminating over a particular conversation. Dialogue highlighted by misplaced anxieties, a dream’s fragility and advice drenched in gold. My friend and I sat in a small coffee shop while the melodious hissing of espresso machines and overcast chattering of other customers filled the vaulted room. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too!”, she solemnly...

05 June 2011 | Passion | , , , , | 7 Comments
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Amidst The Catholics

“Why do your women have to cover but your men don’t?” “How do you know which direction to pray?” “Why can’t Muslim women marry Non-Muslim men?” “What exactly is an Islamic dress?” “Why don’t you believe in the Trinity?” These were amongst the barrage of questions that my friends and I had received while we presented to several classes at a Catholic high school in Washington D.C. The school was offering a “World Religions” module, and they had invited Al-Huda School to send over some students to present about...

22 April 2011 | Dawah | , , , , , | 16 Comments
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Under One Umbrella

Walking upon the path of dissension, we leap into the well of destruction, not knowing how our desires have devoured us leaving no place for love or affection Everyone walks their own path they say so you go yours and let me go my way but they don’t see the bend ahead and forget that they may stop breathing today We all know the end is near yet inside we suppress the fear of retribution while others rejoice killing our hearts, we hold back the tears Each new day passes us by...

02 February 2011 | Unity | , , , | 6 Comments
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Islamic Activism: More Than A Hobby?

“I’m going to make her happy, Inshā’Allāh”. One day, I went with my mother to the local grocery store to pick up some food that she needed for her cooking. After we picked up all of the necessary food parcels, we made our way to the checkout aisle. I was determined to make my mom happy, so I decided that I wouldn’t allow my mom to pick up anything from the shopping cart and that instead, I’d do it all by myself. With this firm determination, I quickly began...

31 October 2010 | Activism | , , , | 6 Comments
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