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Terrorism Has No Religion
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Narmeen Rehman

 |  July 8, 2015
“You’re a terrorist.” “Why?” “Because you’re Muslim.” As the words rolled off his tongue, the sharp venom stabbed me. My chin dropped to my chest. My lips trembled, attempting to form words. Me, a terrorist? It didn’t make sense, what did I do? All I’ve ever known was peace. At that point in time, I had just learned how to add fractions, loved …

Representing Islam
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Fatimah Zeni

 |  July 8, 2015
A few weeks ago, my mom and I were walking through CVS and a woman approached my mom and I and asked a question. She asked, “What religion are you, and why do you put that thing around your head?” My mom replied that she was Muslim. The lady looked shocked, as though she couldn't believe that response. The woman replied, “I can’t believe it, you ar…

What Happen To Depression || Spoken Word
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Mohammed Demashkieh

 |  July 8, 2015
To see this spoken word performance, visit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3lFbCGNJu0(inspired by Sabrina Benaim)  Mom, my depression is a shapeshifterOne day it's as small as a firefly in the palm of a bearThe next it's the bearOn those days I play dead until the bear leaves me aloneI call the bad days "the Dark Days"Mom says try lighting candl…

I Was Stripped of First Amendment Right
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Amal Rass

 |  June 17, 2015
“F*** you terrorist! Go back to your country! Go back to ISIS!” This is not what I expected to hear last September when taking my little sister to an Iggy Azalea concert. My sister was furious as I pulled her away, but I was stunned. Instead of reminiscing our night out on the ride home, we sat in silence. This isn’t the first occasion where I h…

Islamaphobia is Real
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Mayssa Masri

 |  June 17, 2015
Islam is derived from the word “salam,” which means peace. Moreover, the very first greeting us Muslims use to say hello to someone is “peace be upon you” in Arabic. The very core of Islam’s teachings is peace and it is what countless Muslims follow and will always follow by. Despite Islam’s peaceful message, protesters against Islam in Phoenix ar…

Struggle
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Hajjar Baban

 |  May 20, 2015
StruggleBetween a hard place and a hard place,This is struggle.Malcolm X said if you are not willing to die for it take the word freedom out of your vocabulary,But I don't think that's enough to think about when dead bodies scatter streets When progress seems a lot farther than Malcolm's time, because his oppressors chose even his time for him. St…

147 is Not Just a Number
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Mayssa Masri

 |  May 2, 2015
One hundred and forty sevenA number foreign but not too foreign from what I knowIt’s uncomfortably familiarA number I can’t seem to quite understand but one I can understand completelyIt’s a number I know very wellAnd don’t know at allIts a number that screams politics instead of humanityA number that lacks the attention of the massesOne hundred an…

Pray
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Shahada Altaii 

 |  April 14, 2015
I'll write your pain into my words,I know, it doesn't help,It gives me a sick peacefulness.Hoping the words will flush through your body like a long over-due cure,They always do for me. A string of well-put together diction always did fill me with a sense of…Empowerment.But when I write the pain of women, being starved of not only food but also kn…

I Wrap my Hijab a Little Tighter
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Jana Al-Akhras

 |  March 24, 2015
I brace myself when I check the news Scanning quickly for those trigger wordsYou know the onesTerrorist Islamist 
Extremist 
I wrap my hijab a little tighter today 
Hold on to it as it anchors me I’ve been crying all day 
I shed a tear for every Muslim who had to apologize For every misguided soul who made a choice in the name of my religionFor the…

The Little Things
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Anonymous

 |  March 2, 2015
My favorite thing to do in the mornings is just to simply listen. I listen to the wind ruffling the leaves of the cherry tree outside my window, to the birds calling on one another, to my neighbors discussing plans over tea in their front yard. The sounds of all sorts of life going on around me fuel my being and gift me with energy to start my day.…

Chapel Hill Victims Remain in Our Hearts
By: 

Mayssa Masri

 |  February 18, 2015
I fear this world we live in. I fear the possibility that our lives can be ended because of the way we look and the way we dress; the color of skin has determined the fate and length of lives, religious beliefs have become the reason for hate crimes and acts of terrorism. People from different backgrounds are misunderstood and feared, because of ig…

To Be Free
By: 

Jana Al Jarrah

 |  February 16, 2015
Everyone in this world tries to find their placeA place where they belong, where they can be the best that they can beFar from the pressures of society Silver linings are hard to findWe look and search but are never able to seeAll that we need, all that we wanted was always there  Sometimes we are blind and it takes a while to see it, to really f…

Generosity
By: 

Fatimah Odeh

 |  February 4, 2015
Tell me how you'd feel if you woke up one morning wanting to tell your mother you loved her until you realized she wasn't there Tell me how you'd feel if you woke up one morning wanting to thank your father for what he’s done, until you realized that he left before your mother did Tell me how you'd feel if you woke up one morning and instead of r…

Stranger with a Bond
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Tawfiq Alkeilani 

 |  January 21, 2015
I am exiled from my homeland, I was born estranged from my origins, I am strange to you, and you are foreign to me.  It's a paradox We are from one, yet we are foreign to each other I'll come back and wipe your tears,Spend harsh days and nights for your sake.  An eternity has passed, I'm a stranger since the moment I was born away from your lush …

Free Our People
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Mayssa Masri

 |  January 21, 2015
I dream of a day youth can play in flower filled gardens With jasmine flowers woven through braided hair And families breaking bread together at dinner  I dream of a day families can walk through the markets With sticky hands from pistachio ice cream Summer air filled with sweet aromas Mango juice dripping down arms  I dream of a day families can…

Thursday Nights
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Ayah Koujane

 |  December 22, 2014
The fourth day of the week, Thursday, never had much significance. Mondays mark the beginning of the week, Wednesdays identify the middle of the week, and Fridays bring the week to an end. As they are school nights, social outings on Thursday nights are unheard of- at least in my family. One word, however, changed Thursdays for me. The word behind…

The Blessing In My Life
By: 

Amal Rass

 |  December 7, 2014
“Do you sleep with that on?” “Do you shower with it?” “If I see your hair does that mean we have to get married?” “Don’t you miss your hair?” These are few of the strange questions I’ve gotten since I started wearing the hijab. During the summer of 2012, I made a decision. I was fifteen at the time, but I never felt more ready. It was shocking, r…