Sacrilegious

By: Justoju My family is dying from bombs that come flying Down upon the children who stoop to drink By the river that has been polluted by chemical poisons That has already drowned humanity’s links. Rapists are stealing from my sisters and forcing them to take Babies that they never wanted to make That will…

Dried Plums

By: Justoju I tasted once a juicy plum That savored away all taste of glum That made my soul feel light with light And transcend beyond to inward heights It made me forget the worldly cares And caused me to weep for a heavens share It gave me motivation to decide to live To take…

He Despaired

By: Justoju He sat watching one booty-shaking music video after another, wanting to drown his Islamic conscience and despair in the all-absorbing waters of ‘entertainment’. In the intoxicants that he publicly condemned and that he had sworn off long ago. He wanted the voice in his head to be quiet. He didn’t want to think…

Let Them Spit

By: Justoju I lie awake Drowned in self disgust Having lost self-trust Having made self fake And wanting only to just Be spat upon Until that river Washes clean this kibr That coats my cavities And smirks at the Giver While it strokes the vanities The pretend sanity That make it thicker Yet make my heart…

Guide to RUMSA

By: Justoju Welcome! Marhaba! Khushamdeed! I would like to welcome all the new freshman and transfer students to Rutgers. It’s wonderful to have you here! Here are some tips to help you adjust to the RUMSA experience. Not heeding these friendly reminders might result in irreparable harm to your reputation and/or failure to find a…