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Women of Muslim heritage using the power of poetry to express their inner and outer worlds.
Poetry

Collateral damage vs victims

Dead Iraqis / Talented young musician stripped of life Dead Palestinians / Husband grieves for wife: ‘Beautiful, kind, loving mother of three children’ Dead Syrians / Bright university graduate, lost at age 21 to terrorist hands Dead Libyans / Widowed…

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Let the light in

If it is true what Leonard Cohen said That it is through cracks that the light gets in, then I have my answer How I survived Why I survived I opened myself up to my broken mess And turned it…

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The lioness, the lion and the rabbit

One lazy afternoon, a lion and lioness lay under a tree in the shade. A rabbit strolled up to them. The rabbit, a cheeky creature, began to make crude sexual gestures and comments at the lioness. The lioness was upset….

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When Irish soda bread read Surah Fatihah

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen blinds to witness its part, as wisps of stalks kissed the sky far off, stretching in bulk – in hopes of someday joining the flour board to Surahs. The salt of the earth knew its…

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Who I am

Who I am Felt unknown to me I lived a life told to me How I speak Refined by another How I dress adjusted by her The way I walk Didn’t seem right For I didn’t fit right I was…

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A memory of Ethiopia

She stood at the entrance of the garden. She was tall, very slim, her skin of dark amber. She delicately wrapped her long cloth around her, the sound of chimes giving away the presence of a few silver bangles. She…

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Hunger prayers

  We see those empty bellied stares Through a screen. And we barely care. Dissociate, we separate, our emotions, abdicate. But take away our sustenance, The tempting calls of gluttonous, Taste the pangs of abstinence, To ignite the spirit of…

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Why

I want to fly ‘Why?’ He laughs To feel the wind on my face. He pushes me off the edge ‘Feel the wind on your way down.’ Down I go. Boom. Splat. Crash.   I want to sing ‘Why?’ He…

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The revered female

Female Muslims, supressed they say. Thoughts and voices kept at bay. Born to breed, must take heed. Brains in chains, Master reigns. Wives and mothers, fit for purpose. Conceal their strength, limit their wealth. Faith constrains, potential wanes. Feminism jailed,…

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They wanted us to forget her

They disappear the girls, But it’s the men who blur, for me.   Whose father, did what, when, With whose aid, why – I care less   About them. And only about you. You remain. You and your name  …

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Destinia

A wave of generational tales flows through me My yoni, my body – a benchmark for every blow every one a stamp of ownership   tales of so many that weep through me That seep into pores confuse and remind…

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I see.

Haunting mist cloaks the sky, songs of praise, eclectic bird cry, Dewdrops stake their rightful claim, on Nature’s early morning reign. I see, I feel, I love: The Creator of Creation.   Threadbare branches, anticipate, frond and fleur, lying in…

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She longs for silence

She shivers as more noise assails her, like blood splattering on a dirty wall. Moans and the sharp hiss of bullets. A large tank shakes the fragile walls. Did you know that the birds have stopped singing? In fact, most…

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It’s a crazy world we live in.

It’s a crazy world we live in. There’s a pinch of bad people With their own histories, Doing injustice, not owning it, Blaming their prey: You came in my way. We grow up blaming ourselves Hurting ourselves, just like they…

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Take me home

Heartbreak like this makes me yearn for comforts I never even had The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to…

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