Rashaa stood adjusting her headscarf making sure it was neat. The line was long with passengers waiting to board. She looked around as she shuffled ahead, staring at what was left of her nails. Would they pull her aside? Would they do more than a simple wave of a wand? Her eyes darted from one person to another unsure of friend or foe.
She was on her way to her father’s homeland, Syria. She hadn’t been back since she was ten. Now eighteen she wanted to experience her other half, her Arab half.
I want to write, I want to express myself without thought, I want to write my life story, my thoughts, my whims, I want to breath words, to suck in words, and to sleep words,......
FREE- SAMI YUSUF
What goes through your mind?
As you sit there looking at me
Well I can tell from your looks
That you think I’m so oppressed
But I don’t need for you to liberate me
This Story first appeared in the Muslim Woman Magazine, a South African print magazine
Naeema’s face fell. She felt crushed. Her eldest brother Talha, gazed at her intently, his eyes a mixture of pity and concern.
“I’m really very sorry Naeema, but money is a bit tight at the moment. Most of my money is tied up in the farm.
Hassan; “Is Music Haram?”
Jason: “How would I know, I’m a new convert”
Omar: “I’ve heard it’s haram”
Tariq: “Actually, from what I’ve heard, it’s not haram.”
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