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This Is the Poignant Story of Rasmea Odeh

In 1948, at only a month old, Rasmea Odeh fled with her family from their home in Lifta, a village outside Jerusalem, during the Nakba, a time during which Israeli forces ethnically cleansed, displaced, and expelled thousands of Palestinians from their homes and land. Later Odeh settled in Lebanon to pursue a degree. She was…

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“No” Wasn’t an Option

TW: Physical abuse, sexual assault. I remember the first time I met him. I was so impressed with his confidence, his talent, his tiny fancy sports car. He walked around like he just didn’t care about anything, but was extremely shy and reserved. Our first dates were amazing. I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach…

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Candy Bars, the Hijab, and Empowerment

“A man asked a Muslim man: Why do your women cover their bodies and their hair? The Muslim man smiled and took two sweets, he opened one and kept the other closed. He threw them both on the dirty floor and then asked: If I asked you to take one of the sweets, which one…

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Sisters, We Need ‘Mood Hijabs’

This is the story of an average everyday Muslim girl professing her need — as well as the hijabi world’s need — for the absolute invention of… Mood Hijabs. Yes, you read that right. Mood Hijabs. It starts like this. One day, I wasn’t in such a great mood. In fact, I was in a…

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My Path to Islam… What’s yours?

I am a 21-year-old convert to Islam and will be writing about my experiences as a convert insha’Allah. In order for you to get to know me a little I thought I’d start with an introduction of how I found Islam. Before I get to that however, I would like to ask you not to…

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Sister Nebraska

I’m Muslim. I’m also from Nebraska. This sounds like it should be the punchline to a joke. My quest for mutual understanding in the reddest of the red states is often funny. Sometimes, it’s inspiring. Newsflash of the century: Ramadan is coming up. It’s my third Ramadan ever. Sometimes I feel like I’ve always been…

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The Story of Bayazid Bustami

A long time ago there was a young boy named Bayazid Bustami. He was born in Persia, an ancient land of plains, mountains and poetry. Being the only son of a poor, widowed mother, he was the light of her eyes and she rested all her hopes for the future on him. She dedicated her…

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Something to Remember

This post was contributed to Flashy Friday by user hira786. I woke up suddenly one night, and saw a strange light in my room…. The problem is that the lights are off. I saw the clock, it was 3:30 in the morning. Okay… so where is all this light coming from? ———- I turned around…