How quickly we dip our fingers into the pools of blood of our Muslim Brothers and Sisters, and bite into the flesh of our dead Brothers, The ways in which we use our sharpened nails to pinch Through the skins of esteem and floating dreams, Through the hopes that soar above our eyes and heavy…
The Department of Homeland Security (DHS) has some interesting plans in store for us, and it is pressing that we understand these plans and what serious effects they have on our community. Just a few weeks ago, the White House convened a three day summit on “Countering Violent Extremism”(CVE). CVE is the creation of specific…
This is to all the strong women inhabiting my memory: to mothers who whispered lullabies to their daughters about how they should grow up to be storytellers and tell about lost histories who closed their eyes and held tiny soft hands outstretched and drew geometric lines, solved equations with permanent ink and dreamt about routes…
By Amal Ali & Sarah Rahimi You know, it’s hard to write something powerful as a sister Always raised to be seen, not heard Sing like a bird, not roar like a lion Be elegant, graceful, subtle, gentle, foundational Never loud Or at least not louder than the sounds of expectations speaking over us It’s…
By Ayesha Khan & Sarah Rahimi On Feb. 12, the Muslim Student Association at UCLA hosted a vigil to commemorate the lives of Yusor Abu-Salha, her husband Deah Barakat and her sister Razan Abu-Salha. These three Muslim students were shot execution-style by their white male anti-theist neighbor in their home in a hate crime.…
An armada of thoughts clash against the mind, march in a cadre, colorfully interweave, and ultimately find confluence, architecting the very physics of a single, untamed noise, awaiting to spill against the silhouette of the subconscious. There it knocks on the heart in a faint, muffled concerto, hoping to be heard. A stroke of the…