Wishing you & yours a Ramadan filled with the blessings of love, tranquility & beauty! Read more
The Pleasure That It Is In Ramadan, we spoon, innocent as children We sleep with the door wide open, cocooned in Ramadan-time, (more…) Read more
I do not often tell others now that my parents rarely kissed or hugged us as children. In today’s heavy judgment on parents of all types, I fear that the ways in which my parents showed their affections would be misrepresented as cruel or negligent. Instead, my parents (surely like their parents before them) were reserved in a classic South Asian manner. Not once had I ever been told that my parents loved me; not once were we hugged for... Read more
Journalist and writer Zahir Janmohamed pens a brilliant piece in Guernica about being a writer of color: I wanted to tell them that if being a writer is to endure loneliness then being a writer of color in America is to suffer banishment: the only boat off this island often being if I write a certain kind of story in a certain kind of way for a certain kind of audience, which is to say—and we do not say these... Read more
Curated by world reknowned hip-hop artist Brooklyn Shanti and political activist, writer & Love InshAllah anthology contributor Tanzila ‘Taz’ Ahmed, proceeds from this fantastic benefit album support orphans from the Bangladesh garment factory disaster. Rock out for an awesome cause, here! Read more
Dear Love, InshAllah: I’ve had a best friend for 4-5 years. I started developing feelings for him. He, like me, is a Muslim. I realized I loved him after he started dating my friend. They dated for about six months. I wanted to be with him and convinced myself that I was going to make him fall in love with me. There were many girls after he broke up with my friend, but during this time we got closer. Eventually,... Read more
It was really cold. I was starting to get annoyed. I was on the platform waiting for the morning train. I looked down at my watch then quickly stuffed my hand back in my pocket. “Four minutes late…” I muttered to myself. Anyone from Chicago can testify that our winters are horrendous. No matter how long you live here you will never get used to winter in the Windy City. I always complain about how my “African blood” can’t handle... Read more