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Poem: For Palestine. Again.

What does it mean, really, when we say: We are Palestine When we change our Facebook profiles for a week or two When we post dark images on Instagram and write moving paragraphs as captions, trying to make a point What does it mean when we wear a keffiyeh and march in streets that look…

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Note to Self: What It Means to Be a Woman

I will tell you what it means To be a woman   The world is a scale And you will always be Too heavy You will never measure up To their expectations There is not enough kale on earth To cleanse what they have made you Become   Listen Those stretch marks Running zig zags…

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A Poet’s Prayer: The Last 10 Nights of Ramadan

Now that the last 10 nights of Ramadan are upon us, we should take every opportunity to complete any acts of worship we have perhaps fallen short of since the beginning of the month. We should make dua and remember Allah (SWT) as often as possible. As one of the most blessed nights, Laylat-ul-Qadr falls on one…

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#MuslimWomenWrite Tackles Representation, Diversity & the Truth

On Thursday, May 4, PEN America hosted a live Twitter chat with three Muslim-American women writers—most notably Marvel comics editor and Ms. Marvel co-creator Sana Amanat and Dr. Su’ad Abdul Khabeer, activist and author of the book “Muslim Cool: Race, Religion and Hip Hop in the United States.” Using the hashtag #MuslimWomenWrite, the discussion touched on many…

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5 Mistakes to Avoid Making This Ramadan

The beautiful month of Ramadan is right around the corner, and every year, it seems I end up repeating some of the same mistakes and bad habits that I promise myself I won’t fall into come next year. Culturally, for many of us Ramadan has become a time to gather with family and friends, to…

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Poem: Beautiful Skin

When I was in the fifth grade, My mama used to tell me I had Beautiful skin— I didn’t believe her. My skin was awkward and heavy, As though it belonged to someone else. I had skin that stretched and wrapped itself around me Too many times over I had skin that was jiggly and…

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Poem: Don’t Look at Me

If I were a painting, I could maybe understand Your desire to stand before me and strip Me down until you are satisfied with the Judgments you have made about me, as though You are an expert on what it means to be A woman. But I am not a painting, and I am not…