With all the stories on the Internet it can be difficult to always stay in the know. To help, we’ve searched the web for interesting pieces of news, videos and tips to help you start off your week on the right foot. 1. ‘First They Came’: The Poem of the…
Read MoreLast May Ellen Seidman, a wife and mother of three, wrote a poem for her blog, Love That Max about the role she plays in her family. The poem centers on the job she has to think about everything that, she says, “enables our family to basically exist.” I am the person who notices we are running…
Read MoreTalking openly about menstruation is like uttering Voldemort’s name—eye’s get big, voices drop to a whisper and phrases such as, “you know what” get used in place of the name. With all of this in mind, and using the energy stirred up by a viral hashtag from 2015, a group of…
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“I’m writing as if God put this pen and paper In my hand Opening my mind to words I can’t even understand” [separator type=”space”] Hawa Fuesini’s poetry collection, “Nabila’s Garden: Love, Loss, Heartbreak and Redemption” reflects upon the journey of a sixteen year old Nigerian immigrant living in New York City. Instead…
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if you stay awake for an entire night watch out for a treasure trying to arrive you can keep warm by the secret sun of the night keeping your eyes open for the softness of dawn try it for tonight challenge your sleepy eyes do not lay your head down…
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There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears,…
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Dear Ethar, I’m sorry For every time I look at your hijab And stare Smile Stick my eyes to that Fabric substitute for hair Until you pass Eyes down Reluctant to look at me. I want to push my hand out In those moments Grab you by the arm Apologize…
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Ethar El-Katatney, an award-winning journalist, blogger, and author, wrote I’m tired of hijab. In it, she expresses her frustration about being defined by and reduced to her hijab. I’m tired of being the token “omg-look-such-an-articulate-awesome-non-stereotypical hijabi!” I’m tired of hijab taking up so much space in my life. I’m tired…
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An errant crossbow, An accidental sniper hit, Friendly fire, A spray of bullets. Caught in the cross-fire. A boy fleeing from age-old enemies in the woods, Hidden behind his protector-father, the true target An elderly woman carrying home a heavy load of groceries Minding her own A Marine at the…
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