The Orphan’s Hero

Two tears dropped onto the pavement, where a little boy was sitting. His gaze blurred and wandered as he looked up to see a group of kids playing a game that would have seemed exciting to him. But he felt so broken-hearted that he could only stare at them. The Adhan sounded in the distance,... Continue Reading →

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Companions of the Prophet – Usama bin Zayd (R.A)

The Prophet was overjoyed: his beloved adopted son, Zayd Bin Haritha, had had a child. He named the baby Usama. The child’s mother, Umm Ayman had once helped to raise Mohammad S.A.W in Abd-ul-Muttalib’s house and the Prophet S.A.W loved Zayd R.A's son like he loved his own grandson, Hasan. It is said that he... Continue Reading →

Restraint

A lifetime of restraint and it’s only just beginning. I see those around me Breaking loose Free of inhibitions And chains. Free.   But mine is a lifetime of restraint Of restriction, of stopping, of choosing not to Bound by shackles, Holding me in place, Choking down desire, temptation, madness Controlled.   But am I... Continue Reading →

Dear Anisah

I know that when you read this, you will be extremely angry. Please understand, I didn’t mean to look through your things or invade your privacy, I promise, but lately, I’ve been very worried about my best friend. You see, she looks like she’s lost herself; every time we are together, her eyes mist over... Continue Reading →

Dear Naimah

As far as I can remember, I see myself next to you. You can’t be missed: you’re there in every family photo, every baby album my mother owns, in all the pictures ever taken of my friends and in all my memories, like you’ve made it a point to be the validation of my existence.... Continue Reading →

The Rain Came Tumbling Down

“It’s raining!” Ali rushed to the window, opened it, and stuck his head out, laughing in delight. He was very pleased, a wide grin stretching across his face. The raindrops were trickling down the window, and he stretched out his arm, feeling the cold breeze and the tiny droplets of cold water on his hand.... Continue Reading →

I Trust Him

It was seven o’clock at night. I was in my room, feverishly revising and going over all that I’d studied over the past few days. I turned a page and started repeating everything that was written on it. Tomorrow is the Science Exam, and that’s not a subject I’m really good at, which was exactly... Continue Reading →

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