This is a piece I wrote when I was doing my Masters in Journalism. I spent an entire semester writing and rewriting this piece. It’s about a very personal experience, but I thought I’d share: Full Circle By: Yasmin Mogahed I was home. The semester was over. It was finals... Read More
I have nothing but your generosity to put my hope in. Nothing. For I stand at Your door holding broken scraps…and yet you open. Save me from this storm. I am the most helpless of all your slaves. And I’m lost. Wandering in the middle of a forest trying to... Read More
Don’t grieve at the stab. It’s only meant to free you. From the chains that bind you to the earth and shackle you to the shadows of people. The mirage of water cannot quench. But is so beautiful to the thirsty. I’m afraid. Of never knowing another life. Different. So... Read More
