I first learned about Orlando over cereal and water at 3.20 am, for suhoor in one of months of the year in which I feel most spiritually replenished by Islam. I knew that if I let myself feel what I wanted to feel, fully, I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but when I was up … Read More
“Toss this outside,” she says, handing me a hot cigarette butt. As if I was thinking about dropping it inside the car. I roll my eyes, but she doesn’t notice because she’s too busy fanning the car for evidence of her indiscretions. She turns the air on full, pulling a can of aerosol deodorant … Read More
“Muslim Scene” It begins by walking into a room filled with men. In a room of salah, I avoid eye contact with the ones that’ll see me as impure if I look their way. I head to the back of the room, where the women sit, waiting for prayer. So few of us that there … Read More
