Stories for the Muslim Youth
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 →
“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 →
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 →
“There are seven days left until Eid - ul Adha,” said Yusuf’s father, early Friday morning as he folded the newspaper and set it aside. “We need to decide when to buy a goat.” “Why don’t we all go to the barn where goats are being sold?” his wife said thoughtfully, and Yusuf jumped up... Continue Reading →
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 →
“Phew! There are such a lot of people here, mum. And they’re all pushing!” cried 8 year old Yusuf, holding his mother’s hand tightly. “It’s okay, honey. Just stay close and you won’t get lost.” replied his mother, her eyes glued to the Ka’aba. In the burning heat of Makkah, they had come to perform... Continue Reading →
Today, Nouf was extremely happy. She had just gotten the result of the final exams, and had passed with flying colors. All her teachers encouraged her and made a big fuss of her. Her parents too, like they had promised, had bought her a bicycle. Every minute or so, her glance would go involuntarily to... Continue Reading →
Nawal had completed the list of books that she wanted to buy. This time, she knew that she would spend her Eid money very carefully. She also knew that she would probably get a lot of money. Her family was spending the Eid with Aunt Aliah, Uncle Salman, and her grandparents. ‘All in all,’ calculated... Continue Reading →
Eid-ul-Fitr was probably Fatima’s favorite time of the year. After a whole month of worship, Eid was the time for celebration. Fatima loved everything about Eid; the new clothes, the bangles, the Henna. She especially enjoyed waking up early in the morning to go to the Masjid with the rest of her family to offer... Continue Reading →
“Usama! Are you reading mystery books before bed? Again?” Usama’s mother questioned warningly. “Mom, it’s only the last book in the series, then I’ll be done, really,” Usama reassured. His attention didn’t waiver from the book. “Usama, you know that we should read good books before we sleep, and then recite the dua’s so that... Continue Reading →
Nujoom Al Asar 