That we love

Although the promise of loss

Is ever present?

Isn't it strange

That we hold

Although the threat of separation

Is always there?

Isn't it strange

That we birth

Although the inevitability of death

Is a constant

Constant

Reminder?

Isn't it strange?

Isn't it strange

That our hearts can break

And heal

And break,

Only to heal again?

Scar tissue

Crisscrossing

Like embroidery,

Holding it together,

Just like we hold it together,

Just like He holds us together.

Aren't we strange?

Aren't we strange...

And wonderful?

- Naima Robert

She wore Red Trainers: A Book Review

I finished this book awhile ago and even though someone asked me to write a review on it just as long ago I just didn’t have the time or the inspiration to write. however with campus starting in a few days and i just know the coming semester is going to be hectic i thought there is really no time like the present. so here is my review for she wore red trainers by na’ima b robert. i will try and…

To the sisters who are suffering, To the brothers who are broken, Who carry invisible burdens And burn with pain unspoken. To the women who are wounded, To the men dying inside, Haunted by mistakes from the past Who cry alone at night. I pray for healing I pray for peace, And end to your pain, For Allah ta'ala to lighten your load And make you whole again.

"Hijab means many things to us: it is our covering, our reminder, our comforter, our shield, our liberator, a symbol of our servitude to our Lord. It is not an unwelcome burden, it is not an aberration, it is not a symbol of our oppression: it is a fundamental part of our identity as Muslim women".