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As wet and haggard we walk towards the shore, ‘Be gone’, they scream, ‘we will have no more!’ No tired, no weak, no weary may lean on us, Part once more the seas and in God you trust. So we part them once more, and enter by boat, No witches here, yet we sink, or... Continue Reading →


What do you see when you look at me? Was this my decision? Is it really me? Do you see me as a symbol of oppression or tyrant rule? Do you pity me and see my hijab as cruel? “Was she forced? Does she have a choice?” You wonder and decide to give me a... Continue Reading →


Bricks, so jagged and rough They make everything seem so tough Varied they are in size and shape But are the same in their guise and scrape. There is no doubt that all of them hurt And so I warn you to always be on the alert. I don’t want you to fall into a... Continue Reading →

The Starved and the Furious

Starved and the furious, The days are long and unwinding. The first year, After four days of fasting, I decided that it was too hard. My very livelihood was at stake, Or so I thought. I was starving and furious. I became hungry, bored, and sleep deprived from the early suhoors; the smooth whispers of... Continue Reading →

My Ramadan Poem

I could write this in metaphors, Project images Of my parents Sitting at the dinner table At Maghrib Sipping water Through prayers Said in unison, Of my brothers Fighting about who Gets to ride shotgun On the way to taraweeh Only to realise That it didn’t matter So long as they got there, The sound... Continue Reading →

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