sister-hood is an award-winning digital magazine spotlighting the diverse voices of women of Muslim heritage.

Author

Nazhah Khawaja

Nazhah is Women Editor for THE DEMUREIST and is a Zumba Dance Fitness Instructor. Nazhah is a mother of two creative minds. After receiving a business degree from DePaul, she spent a couple years living and teaching overseas in an underdeveloped country.
Poetry

The base of his tree

I noticed a bird  That could no longer fly He extended his wings Carefully Gracefully But they could no longer lift him up  He flapped them  Stretched them Did what he knew  What he was accustomed to  But could no…

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Experiences

It is for me

I am so utterly done with being required to defend Ramadan to Muslims and, quite often, non-Muslims alike. The script goes, ‘Oh! You cannot eat all month!’ ‘From sunrise to sunset,’ I reply.  Then comes: ‘What if you get hungry…

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Opinions

Degrading mothers

Can someone tell me what ‘western’ feminism is? How does it differ from ‘eastern’ feminism? Can someone provide precise latitude and longitude coordinates for ‘global’ feminism? Feminism is neither geographically defined nor hemispherically confined. Feminism isn’t anti-menism or reject-childrenism. Feminism…

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Poetry

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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Opinions

CTRL-ALT-RT-DEL

How to force quit a predatory ideology Waking up to images of people with torches gathered in Charlottesville, chanting and ranting nonsense, maliciously organized with the intent to offend, upset and disgrace an entire nation was disgusting. Yet another circus…

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Poetry

The sound of a dying heart

Do you not hear the sound of hope falling? It shatters as it hits the ground It clinks, it clanks Do you know what words sound like as they disappear? It is a backwards whisper An uncomfortable removal of syllable,…

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Poetry

Once taken

I don’t have a spine How do I walk? It’s missing I know it I’m empty My body becomes limp Legs buckle I begin to stumble I don’t have a backbone How do I stand? He took it I know…

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Poetry

Autarchy

Run. Duck. Hide. Wait… I come in peace. I am a mother, a daughter, a friend. Oh, I see my attire is ‘misleading.’ Shed my clothes, go ahead, strip me. Can you trust me now? I am bare I am…

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Experiences

Shamed out of hijab

There is nothing I believe in more than my conviction in The Almighty and Islam. I feel disgraced by my inability to declare my faith publicly, under scrutiny of prying, disdainful eyes. I am too comfortable with the usual presumption…

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