Longing

I long for the gardens The purest of places I can imagine yet of a beauty unimaginable   I long to be reunited with the martyrs and the fallen Malcolm X, Hussein, and all those lost to senseless violence    I long to be like the companions and the righteous  The scholars and leaders who…

Hold On

  She prays in the depths of the night Searching for answers no one can give Lost, broken, constantly feeling out of sight As she tries to hide and peacefully live   Thunderstorms always crashed their way through Her aching heart soon desired to leave But she must hold on, she knew So she wipes…

Indelible Wounds

All it takes is a witness. A boy whose eyes are meant for innocence. With the sight of violence, youth becomes buried in this darkness.   The consequence is the crying, the anxiety, the unfaltering memory. It is He who commits the beatings.   The boy sits and the boy looks. It is He who…

Remnants of a Legacy

Slowly, slowly time passes by Yet  it is no benefit to me My days are numbered coming to a close How I wish I cherished what will never come again   I was so youthful Approaching every day with new light Till one day the flame started to fade By oh so very terrible news…

Dhikr During Delay

We sit there, staring out the window, with hundreds of cars bustling around us.  We squirm in impatience and sometimes fight the drooping of our eyes. We clutch the steering wheel in anticipation or grasp the pole in irritation.  We mumble our colorful vocabulary or just groan when no words can be found, thinking we’re…

Our Quest to Success

Self worth cannot be defined with a number nor image A picture is worth a thousand words That is the sentence depicted every time I look at an image of another. Click, flash goes off, Another picture Another face Another image filtered by insta. As comments roll in, All forced smiles and polite comments drag…

Fall Fad

By Hamail Iqbal   The autumn tree is a spectacle.   Its cool toned, uniform base Holding unique, uneven stripes Lines out a bold figure Against the dipping sun’s space.   Its bright leaves once strewn Now sit at its feet In a gradient of velvety amber And a leathery maroon.   Its branches now…

Balad

بلد Red, White, and Blue Colors I’ve bled since out of the Womb Was always told since my kid years in NYC What a privilege it is to live in the land of the Free But as I got older I was met with Doubt Influenced by the protests, quarrels, and Shouts Teachers, businessmen, and…

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A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet (PBUH) said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man…

I’ll Be Counting the Seconds Part II: I Stopped Counting the Seconds

I might be counting the seconds, but I now remember how my mother would tell me, “Time Heals All Wounds”. The scars on our hearts from all those love-at-first-sights we’ve been stricken ill by, eventually fade. With every passing second more new loves form and old loves die. But, with time, everything passes. Every dark,…

Alhamdulillah

The Prophet(pbuh) said, “How wonderful is the case of a believer; there is good for him in everything and this applies only to a believer.”(Sahih Muslim) Many times, it’s hard to see the good in everything, especially the blessings disguised in our hardships. Like many people, I couldn’t see it right away. On Friday, February…

I’m Counting the Seconds

I’m Counting the Seconds by Zak Kahn They say love lasts forever. That it’s some strong bond that can keep you at peace eternally. Maybe, they’re right about it lasting forever, but I imagine it differently. I’d say both pain and love last forever together in a symbiotic bond. Love is like the rose that…

Unmasked

Unmasked by Ibrahim Morsy My reflection in the mirror is not me The clothes I wear The color of my skin The language I speak These serve as a mask But all masks can be removed And left behind is something blind to our eyes yet I can see it so clearly A thing that…

Sisyphus Isn’t Real

Sisyphus Isn’t Real by Bara Elhag My arms, air and even hair sometimes feel dipped in hardship a stygian river surrounds me trying to sucking me in I’m making dua more air comes into my lungs clean air, i want to breathe air, the people of the deen air I want to dream air that…

Devil’s Oath

Devil’s Oath by Ibrahim Salman Another day for you to fear Another day and I am near To extend my leg and make you slip Anything to make you fall Any whisper from my lips To make you hear my wretched call And fulfill my father’s ancient vow The bitter shame you cannot fathom When…

Remember Me

Forget me? You’d have less trouble Forgetting your own name.   Of course, you can’t forget me. How could you forget the ocean whose waves constantly surrounded you? Constantly ensured your wellbeing and peace.   How could you possibly forget the ocean that so easily could have drowned you, but chose not to and instead…

Muslims of MSA: Shameen

Shameen   Shameen is a freshman here at Rutgers, who is currently navigating life and becoming more introspective with her experiences. She reflects often, pulling from and immersing herself in memories that evoke feelings of gratitude and elation. When asked what her most treasured memory is, Shameen explains how it is too difficult to pick…

A Note to 13 Year Old Zaire… by Zaire Ali

A note to 13-year-old Zaire… “If someone told me all the things I know now I would’ve thought they were crazy – but listen, remember those times because they’re going to make the journey easy.” Those hard times were just training camp to get you ready to fight life, the undisputed. Those hard times made…

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)…

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…

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…

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…

  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,…

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…

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…

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 

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…

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…

All Thanks to Allah’s Will

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The Merciful

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