When the dunya is presented to the heart, the heart can either reject or accept it. If it accepts it, the heart becomes like a sponge and absorbs it in. Now, getting the dunya out of the heart takes the same process as getting ink out of a sponge: painful... Read More
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
