Reflect upon the following story and the lessons we can take from it: On the authority of Ibn ‘Abbās (radhyAllāhu ‘anhumā) that the Prophet (sallallāhu ‘alayhi wa sallam) dispatched a military unit. Upon gathering the booty they found a man who said, “I’m not from them! I fell in love with…
The war Took mama’s arm and three walls of our little blue house. The journey Took five chocolate bars and my favourite doll, And now I see purple blisters on baba’s feet and-at night- Tear streaks on mama’s cheeks. On the way we play a game where each gate is…
في الطفل السوري The Syrian Child عجِبتُ للبحرِ إذ يُلقيكَ مُنفرِدا … ويرحلُ الموجُ عن جَنْبَيكَ مُبتعِدا I was amazed at the ocean that left you like that. All alone. Even the waves have departed far from your side أخالهُ واجماً من هولِ صدْمَتِهِ … أو…
Muslim Apologies by Nazreen Fazal Every night before sleepI swallow little pills of apologies,Regular doses so I can doze,See dreams well without random security checksEvery morning I mournThe day and its turnsAs I stir in strong condemnation with my teaAs I brush my teeth with more apologiesAs I cloak myself…
That’s a rhetorical question by the way before all of you start saying yes, because I can’t write poetry for toffee. I mean, sure, I like to mess about with fun poetry along the lines of “Roses are red, violets are blue, I don’t have a clue what to add…
