Stories for the Muslim Youth
“As soon as I was old enough to become conscious of my surroundings, I found my parents deeply involved in religion, and not a single day passed by when the Prophet did not visit our house morning and evening.” [1] Can you imagine who the lucky woman who uttered these words could be? Of course,... Continue Reading →
‘Ahad! Ahad!’ The familiar cries rose once again, echoing in the valleys of Makkah. Ever since Muhammad (SAW) had started spreading Islam, the poor slaves who accepted the call were brutally tortured by their masters. Everyone knew that Bilal had accepted Islam a few months ago and he was now suffering under Umayyah’s cruelty. Blood... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Nujoom Al Asar 