Please cease and desist all future public posts discussing the LGBTQ+ Community. You have done more harm than you could ever imagine. Trust me, a queer Muslim alive to tell our stories there’s not many of us breathing freely we’ve been caught between forced marriages and a closet of razors slicing…

Preorder your copy today at Finishing Line Press. Still is an intimate poetry collection that explores themes of spirituality, liberation, and resilience. It is a manifesto for perseverance through personal and societal adversities for the pursuit of peace. As such, it is not only a declaration of faith in the attainment of peace, but also a means for others to find inspiration and empowerment within it for their own life journeys.

“These students, like many religious people, do not know about some aspects of their own tradition…”[1] - Professor Mark Berkson at Hamline University The initial condemnation and lasting termination of Professor Erika López Prater from Hamline University for showing her art history class medieval paintings depicting the Prophet Muhammad (peace…

This story was written by me in November 2020. The complete original is republished below. It’s been a little over two weeks since I sat in my local Masjid with my partner to my left and Imam in front of me reciting after him, “Ash hadu an la ilaha il…

This article was written by me in June 2020. The complete original is republished below. Personal Reflections on 2020 Black Lives Matter Uprisings or the American Spring? “Because of the way this society is organized, because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere, you have to expect there are going to be such explosions.” — Angela Davis (Link) George Floyd…

after The Couple by Louise Bourgeois and Cosmic Latte by Spencer Finch — I. We embrace as snakes eating the veins on the sides of our necks slurping venom we didn’t know we had until our arms grew long enough to reach inside our mouths pulling out each diabolical word from our guts, our feet never touched the ground. We hung ourselves from an image of beauty we would never reach. Together as snakes with…

On top of boulders, a green sea hovers. Unsettled silence accompanies us. Blues merge into yellow hues and flowers droop in bunches upon…

How can we expect to form a world rooted in the affirmation of life with the same language of the Western European colonial past? — The summer of 2020 was the first time in my life in which I witnessed and engaged in consistent mass protests for an overall awakening for a new world free of state violence. I’ve spent most of my college education critically studying political theory, race and criminality, and histories of…

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