Ummi listen I want to go to therapy Are you crazy? No Are you mental? No Only the crazy the mental go to— therapy Ummi Please— Listen I need therapy What will the community think if you go to —therapy I don’t care what others think I- I am depressed, Ummi. It’s because you’re…
I wake up five minutes before class,no need to look nice,no one turns on their camera anyway,which is fine,because I went to collegeto have the same exact life from high school. same exact friendssame exact interestssame exact responsibilitiessame. exact. routine. I went to club meetingsbut I guess the lack of motivation is widespreadbecause there were…
dark not entirely obsidian behind your eyes,splendid sweat drenched in moonlight and stars,mellifluous chirping of crickets,forty-five degrees they position their wings,the vibration reaches your earsinterwoven with the resonance of drums,a divine lullabywhich pounds on your mystic heart,aching for His forgiveness sapphire clouds, aerial as youin a cocoon of flowing cloth,you turn and turn, one with all of…
Winter break is upon us, the air is getting colder, and I can bet a lot of us are getting ready for the extra relaxation after finals week. What better way to relax than with some heart-warming, thought-provoking poetry, right? Though there is no perfect season for poetry, there’s something about…
There I was, laying in my bed in the dark on election night. Why did so many people vote for Trump? I thought as I was refreshing the election results every ten seconds. My family’s group chat was flooding with texts. “Looks like another four years with Trump” my dad sadly typed while feeling discouraged.…
Have you already forgotten about the death of innocent Aya?19 years of life ended in cold blood So our ummah donated without having to be nudged Only until her Shia identity was revealed And people’s true colors were no longer concealed Wanting their donations refunded Their minds have been utterly corrupted Believing Shia is not included in our ummah Forgetting our beloved…
We rose before the sun,Tired eyes, filled mouths,And before the dawn splinteredProstration’s patience began. A day with no food,A day without water,But with the sun’s journeyWas also the soul’s. A physical deprivationBut with spiritual sustenance,As the sounds of recitationFilled the open air. This year was slightly different,Isolated at home,Missing the comforting smiles,The community. Taraweeh at…
The black night’s cloak surrounds,Shadows that eat at my thoughtsOn the lonely dirt roadOf that which I call life. The crickets chirp in the creek,Dancing melodies that escapeWhen you search for them,Yet always exist on the side. The sun never really disappears,Even in the darkest winters,Or the cold nightsWhen it hides behind the earth. But…
Time flows by like a channelLeading into a large pond.Some seconds smoothly streamWhile others ripple beyond. Filled with moments held dearAnd those wished to forget,By reflections within and outAnd the people that we’ve met. Sailing in these bodiesAre hardships old and young,Some sunk, some still sturdy,Yet to the blue water clung. To the horizons we…
“A man who stands for nothingWill fall for anything,”1Said El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz,The man known as Malcolm X. He was a minister, activist, leader And so much more than mere roles.He was a passionate person- Fighting for his people’s souls. It’s his vague title heard often:‘A popular figure of the civil rights movement’-Though criticized for controversy,For resolute advocacy…