Ant Hill

Watching the Ant Hill I sit beside The dwellings of the weak A colony where the strong reside A species at its peak A force the world of small abides The Power that they seek With a lazy hand, I sweep aside an army with a streak Without a place an ant can hide the…

To The Convert

You are the backbone of this religion. After all, the companions were not born followers of the Prophet. You left behind the world you knew since your first breath, for one that was foreign, And traded it for the eternal garden. You studied in depth and came to this religion with conviction, Which is more…

A Withered Flower

It’s crazy How in the scope of one year A person can change so much   He walked with humility and kindness A kindness that I could not find in others He never spoke without smiling The beauty he exuded was unparalleled   But as all beautiful things, He quickly collapsed He became infatuated with…

Syed Mahmood

FOR FULL INTERVIEW CLICK HERE: Full Interview Meet Syed Mahmood, a sophomore studying biology. He hopes to one day become a sports medicine doctor for a team.  He’s indifferent about insurance companies. He comes in at 6’4, but its not all fun and games. One tragic night he hit his head against a door frame, and…

Are You Okay?

Are You Okay?   I’m fine, okay, alright, better. I’m anything positive that my mind can come up with when someone asks “are you okay?” I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m alright. I’m better. Trying to say the words so that the person in front of me, piercing their eyes in my soul, is convinced. “I’m…

A Love Letter

Assalamu Alaika Oh Messenger of Allah(ﷺ), You(ﷺ) entered your house one day so cheerful that Aisha(ra) said, ask Allah to forgive me and you(ﷺ) so sincerely replied, “Ya Allah, forgive Aisha her previous sins and her future sins and her public sins and her private sins.” She was so overjoyed that she fell into your(ﷺ)…

This is Not Me

S croll away there’s P robably a video I can watch, an E asy, quick halal drug I can laugh through A high-way to laughing like everyone, my pain isn’t real, my pain isn’t pain, my uncried tears aren’t making me melt into stone, my brain isn’t fazed, I am UnFazed on Weeknds, and smiling…

Maisha

This post does not do Maisha justice, she is a blessing in my life and one of the most genuine souls I’ve ever met. I’m making this a little personal to show her noor (light). No way I can sum up the person she is but I will try. Being the first generation college student…

Dear Mom

Dear mom, Three years ago is the last time we spent a mother’s day together. We were at overlook hospital, all I could remember is how much I wanted you to get better and come home before I left for my summer job in Pennsylvania. This mother’s day is special to me because recently I…

Leaving an Impact

A couple weeks after I entered Rutgers, someone asked me how I was doing. Even though, I got lost so many times and went on the wrong bus that ended up taking me around Douglass twice, I simply said, “Alhamdulillah, it’s  not bad”. He then asked me if I was active in the community and…

Reflections in Rhyme

When we bow, are we truly praying or are we doing some hipster new age yoga? When we recite Quran, are our hearts in it or are we trying to spit like Hova? When we strive for the halal and stay away from haram, is it to please Allah or so everyone will look at…

Loss

The time during the loss is a time you don’t try to remember. You don’t try to remember the feeling of your heart getting ripped out of your chest. The tears that gushed out of your eyes as you prayed to your Lord for ease. The despair that fell so deep into your gut, you…

Commuter’s Guide To Podcast

If you’re like me and you get sick of listening to music on repeat on your daily commute, then you’d appreciate the world of podcast. My obsession started with podcasts when I was introduced to them originally on Soundcloud. It was this talk about hair parting and how the reflection of the mirror shows the…

Summertime Friendships

During the summer you meet many types of friends, the ones who are in your life only during the summer and those who are your friends all year round. You meet those who experience life with you for one day and then you never see them again. You have those who only hit you up…

How to Seize the Week of Eid-Ul-Adha

If you are reading this piece, you may be aware that there are five more days until Eid. But what you may not be aware of are the virtues of the first ten days of Dhul-Hijjah. Dhul-Hijjah is an eventful month, but for more reasons than the pilgrimage of Hajj. Dhul-Hijjah is jam-packed with important…

MSA ThankOff

Many of my life experiences have been highly influenced by years of constantly moving homes to chase the best school system, no matter where in the garden state it was.  Since I was continuously moving, there was always that fear that whether I liked it or not, I was going to lose some people on…

Insomniac

The ink in the pen of my thoughts never dries It writes about what was, is and could be, But is never fixated on its current disposition Just once do I wish I could concentrate on the now Without contemplation On my own reality   By, Ammaar Ahmed

Keep Treading

        Every single day of our lives, we go through a multitude of situations that cause us to feel a plethora of different emotions. Some of these emotions are fleeting, while others seem to stay with us a bit longer. However, one of the greatest characteristics a Muslim can possess is being able to subconsciously…

Are we really gonna talk about Modesty?

If they tell you that your clothes are not modest enough, If they tell you to cover because the way that you are covered tempts others, because the way you dress, does not impress, your Muslim mothers, and your Muslim brothers, ask them why, Why they tell you to cover before they tell their own…

5 Insights in 5 Days

Every person we meet, every place we visit, every encounter, every moment in our life is not a coincidence, but a divine wisdom. There’s no such thing as a coincidence, everything happens for a reason. About a week ago, I went back home to Egypt to visit my family and for my brother’s wedding. From…

Ramadan Reflections

Alhamdulillah, we just completed Ramadan and I pray that Allah accepts from us all and allows us to have the blessing of another Ramadan. One of the signs of an accepted Ramadan is that we change for the better, even if that change is seemingly small, any change is a sign that we have used…

Welcome Ramadan!

Welcome Ramadan! You bring with you an energy that revives every dead heart and every neglectful soul. You give me strength to do the impossible; controlling my own desires. You make me generous with my time and money even if I have little of it. You give me a willpower that I never thought existed….

  By Sadia Salman

Love me, I won’t remember Hurt me, I’ll fall down Leave me, I’ll stand up Forget me, I’ve grown I won’t remember, love me I’ll fall down, hurt me I’ll stand up, leave me I’ve grown, forget me Forget me, I won’t remember Leave me, I’ll fall down Hurt me, I’ll stand up Love me,…

Nazuuk

In my mother’s tongue, girls are nazuuk– frail and fragile beings with thin limbs and glass bones. Within this predestined definition, we live by a certain set of rules, a code that preserves our ‘delicate’ nature: We are sought after to be as white as the moon, waxed fresh and new. To be like dandelions,…

9/24/15- I told him it makes me sad how there’s no love with him. It’s robotic. He doesn’t even say ily… all he does is curse at me. He said it’s hard for him to hold his tongue and show emotion, but he promises to say it more. The words “I’m sorry” didn’t slip from…

I have been molded By all the power of this universe. There are galaxies Trapped underneath my skin. The moon and stars Live in the whites of my eyes. There is gold and silver Flowing in my veins. I am not as simple as beautiful. Beauty is where I begin, But where I end is…

Malala

Malala Yousefzai is a girl who defied social norms and became an emblem for women’s empowerment around the world. Malala is the brave girl who stood up for girls’ education at the cost of getting shot by extremists who do not believe in educating women. As harsh as it may seem, it is more common…

Women keep it real, That is how I really feel, My mom cooks my meals. By Anonymous 

By Zahra Bukhari

Daadi (Grandma)

Daadi, you don’t know what you mean to me, Your impact is greater than any eye can see, Every word, every action, every meal, The amount of times you made my stomach, heart, and soul feel, So full inside, filled with love, Always reminding me, of The One Above You would yell at me when…

Women Rise

Using a warrior metaphor, this poem is an ode to women’s efforts and progress regarding breaking the glass ceiling. We fight while maintaining grace and strength during the infinitesimal bout against injustices. May we all continue to establish the equality Allah (SWT) intended for us and truly commemorate women during Women’s History Month and beyond….

Today is My Mother’s Birthday

  Today is my mother’s birthday. I found a picture of her From 30 years ago In between the flaps of an old wallet. Her eyes now rimmed with circles, etched remnants of toil. They shine the same blue, A gaze of gentle peace.   I look at her hands, Calloused and toughened From years…

Congrats to You

It’s Women’s History Month. Most of the time when we think of women to celebrate, we think of famous women in history. Or our mothers, grandmothers, and aunts. Well today, to all the beautiful women I know out there, I want you to celebrate yourself. Society has instilled in many of our minds that as…

Mother

Mother You were there for me when I was child, held me close whenever I would cry, smiling, and telling me that it’s going to be alright You were there for me whenever the world was on my shoulders and lifted it off as if it were nothing You were there for me when my…

Her Complaint Was Answered

One of the customs of pre-Islamic Arabia was Zihar, which was an act of divorce that would forbid a wife to a husband as a mother is forbidden upon her son. They would do this by saying, “You are unlawful to me just like my mother.” A woman by the name of Khaulah Bint Tha’labah…

Flesh

Graphite and relief print on toned paper with lace cut out This piece is about the labeling of “flesh” as a peach colored pencil tone. By Usra Attalla 

6 AM

    6 AM: Shuts off alarm rubs eyes places my small feet on the cold hard wood   6:30 AM: Reaches proudly for favorite colored poncho aka hideous lump of fabric … that I loved black socks black headband   6:45 AM: Slide Slide Slide my way to the kitchen Giggles Slide Picks up…

Women’s History Month

﷽ In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful إِنَّ الْمُسْلِمِينَ وَالْمُسْلِمَاتِ وَالْمُؤْمِنِينَ وَالْمُؤْمِنَاتِ وَالْقَانِتِينَ وَالْقَانِتَاتِ وَالصَّادِقِينَ وَالصَّادِقَاتِ وَالصَّابِرِينَ وَالصَّابِرَاتِ وَالْخَاشِعِينَ وَالْخَاشِعَاتِ وَالْمُتَصَدِّقِينَ وَالْمُتَصَدِّقَاتِ وَالصَّائِمِينَ وَالصَّائِمَاتِ وَالْحَافِظِينَ فُرُوجَهُمْ وَالْحَافِظَاتِ وَالذَّاكِرِينَ اللَّهَ كَثِيرًا وَالذَّاكِرَاتِ أَعَدَّ اللَّهُ لَهُم مَّغْفِرَةً وَأَجْرًا عَظِيمًا Indeed, the Muslim men and Muslim women, the believing men and believing women, the obedient…

All Thanks to Allah’s Will

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The Merciful

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Donald Trump

By Bara Elhag   Demand wallflowers to stay silent Onyx lies glitter darkly as New Age slavery keeps Awakening old age Laments, we did not prepare eulogies Death, we always thought, was far   Tickets to our pain show are selling out Reuse racism, recycle hatred, remove Us out of the fabric of US Maybe…

Good Muslim Girl

Six Disclaimer: The following is an expression of my thoughts and feelings pertaining problems with the society and mentalities that I am surrounded by. The following in no way is what Islam preaches and should not be taken as a representation of the religion. Hello. I am good Muslim girl. I wear long skirts and…

Crying to Allah (SWT)

By Kausar Ahmed I remember crying my eyes out one night because a kid that I knew when I was younger was killed. I remember crying one night because I was so fed up with everything going on around me, that all I could do was cry. I remember crying because I felt so useless…