Haikus for thought

subtle wind blowing serenity around me wake up to nightmare   time is fleeting fast take it for granted today then full of regret   soap used for cleaning water bottles waste away at subway eat fresh   constantly seeking money knowledge and power the thirst never quenched   time is a construct hour for…

Misplaced Desires

Stuck in a state of limbo She dreamt of long ago When she never quite heard The cry of an unspoken word   And although her skin was a fragile tan She never did yearn for the mother-land Only when she missed the broken ground And the poetic-like whisper sound   Where she never heard…

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…

Lost At Sea

I am an ocean made up of countless, boundless waves. I manipulate my water  the same way you manipulate other people.  Don’t get me wrong, you have some water in you too.  But your water is that of a lake,  yet somehow you managed to convince yourself — and me— that you’re an ocean. Perhaps  it was  the way …

Fight

Surrounded by enemies. Death is inevitable. They haunt you with the look in their eyes. They mock you as every second goes by. You’re alone against the foe. Everywhere you look, defeat stares you right in the eye. It’s hopeless. You can’t win. There’s no point. That’s what they say, but you don’t believe them….

My Thoughts During a Late Night Study-Session

My Thoughts During a Late Night Study-Session by Bara Elhag 1:00 am Friday   Screech, silent night, or Do something other than let me think this hard through hard- ships sail away from the oceans of Nubia in my mind and back to my homework—   I am resonating between organic molecules and inorganic thoughts…

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…

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…

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

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…

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,…

When I First Fell In Love

When I First Fell in Love The fading topaz walls, the pictures of flags and names scribbled by a four-year old girl, attempting to make a new home hers. I remember the busy streets with police sirens, the high rusty gates of the abandoned garden. The smell of cous-cous and mint tea, perfuming the air….

The night will strike again, through this mind’s mist, deadening everything I hear.   That wanton smile maneuvers to your face; those rosy, sweet lips I shall never taste.   Do not entice me with your warped core.     Do not ensnare me; release, from this torn mind your image.     Do not…

Patience

How do you explain patience to an impatient soul? Is it like the persistent waves that hit the shore? Or is it like a mother’s forgiveness to the ones she bore?   Unanswered prayers and agony fill your heart, And doubts of ever achieving your goals depress you. For now, the world may seem so…

Depression: A Muslim Taboo

It consumes you Engulfs your mind Your mind becomes captive Prisoner to the demon clenching to your thoughts And you know that they know And you know that they can tell But shh, don’t talk about it. You tell them, you try to explain And soon, they’re picking at your pieces, cast aside as damaged…

Power of Love

Though omnipresent force, some call it weak. Soft and hard, could it be both false and true? Some say it’s no more than a rosy cheek: Why, then, is a flower so hard to subdue?   Is it a power only in its action? No, for it lives beyond physical border, A long journey, sublating…

Sweet are you, in humbling display. I feel you trailing me, and shy away.   Why do you grasp me? I don’t feel you, yet you ensnare me.   Why do you run, endlessly? Your beauty, always shadowed, does not age.   Do not take me, leave me be,   squanderer, pilferer,   leave me…

The Things I Carry

I carry the bittersweet memories of living in different cities, of my childhood innocence that left me long ago. I carry lipstick in my purse because I’ve been taught that it’s classy, at least that’s what they told me so. I carry poems because they entertain me much more than screens that broadcast humanity’s lows….

Helpless Love

A mother’s love is strong Yet powerless at best Quenches the thirst for so long But has no water for the rest A dreadful inquisition Who lives and who dies A mother’s impossible decision Of tending to which child’s cries The prayer is always the same Only a different body to discern “From God they…

Voice of Love

I do not blossom, I am frigid, cold, awaiting the sun’s rays; I hear silence setting on a barren hillside, but joyous noise at the core. I sit here, alone. I sit here, the only one true to my name. I sit here, watching the mimics as they leave. They get plucked, only to die…

War

War is like a beautiful woman luring in the youth, Their boots thread the Earth and their hearts desire to reap its fruits. And when the surge of courage diminishes and the bombs hail high, Every young soul shall sigh. War then becomes an old wrinkled, ugly, hag That no one desires to be with…

Heavy

Heavy are the words that roll off a grieving mother’s tongue, like the black tar that seeps into a smoker’s lung. Heavy are the hearts that bear the burden of sorrow, like iron boulders weighing down shoulders until morrow. Heavy are the minds that fight an invisible oppressive force, like silent voices shouting until they…

War

War is like a beautiful woman luring in the youth, Their boots thread the Earth and their hearts desire to reap its fruits. And when the surge of courage diminishes and the bombs hail high, Every young soul shall sigh. War then becomes an old wrinkled, ugly, hag That no one desires to be with…

Dear Brother

Dear Brother, I sleep, but I do not rest. I eat, but I can not taste. I read, but I do not comprehend. I miss you like the moon misses the stars.

I Love You, I Really Do

I love you I love you. I really do. Though sometimes I’m selfish and cruel, don’t forget that I still love you. I still love you with all of my soul and my heart that is weak with pleasure from seeking you. I love you, but I don’t know you. I search and search for…

Palestine, Too, Is Worth Its Song

When we think of the Civil Rights Movement, what comes to mind? We think of the achievements and the victories, the marches and the protests, the struggles that eventually paid dividends. But the struggle for racial equality in this country wasn’t always in motion—there were bleak times, desperate times, where the injustices seemed insurmountable. For…

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She’s running to catch the bus. It’s raining, pouring…the clouds are pitch black, and all of sudden thunder strikes right in front of her eyes. She stops. She lets her hand open from her tightly grasped clutch. She looks up, not with fright, not with terror, but with fearless eyes. The drops of water touch…

Fade Away

I see you cry, but I hesitate to come nearby, I see you standing alone, but I walk away, I see you shiver, but I watch and wither, I see you stressed, but I feel as if the burden is on my chest. I try talking to you, but no subject seems suitable enough, We…

Une Mort Inévitable

Walking away into the lightless night, Escaping from that forsaken burial place, Wishing this moment hadn’t come in such haste, I wish you hadn’t taken my light. The rain is pouring and my heart is full of fright, I wish I had the might, But the memory of you covered in white, Is an unbearable…

The Art of Poetry

The rich culture and traditions of pre-Islamic Arabia were not by any means superseded by the spread of Islam. One of the most important forms of art in Islamic history is poetry, the origins of which date back centuries before the revelation of the Qur’an. The structure, grammar, and vocabulary of classical Arabic were developed…

The Forgotten Voices

By: Hadiya Abdelrahman She held her child and tilted her head towards the sky And she pleaded, “help”. She cut a piece of her sleeve and tied it around her bleeding daughters head, and hummed a tune that only pleaded, “help”. Meanwhile, across the ocean, Ahmad got ready For his big day. That tie is too…