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I discovered the truth on honeymoon,

Of the extent to which I’d been misled,

How I’d absorbed vast torrents of their lies,

Via photos and the phrases they’d said.



At night I was scared to see my lover

Close-up with all his colouring faded,

I felt frightened, and then I got angry.

How extremely I had been persuaded!


Zeroed in on my bridal adornments,

Oblivious to their dense, dark attack,

Distracted by a mist of wifely white,

My mind had slowly saturated black.


He’d altered, I saw, but didn’t worry,

I was grateful to see he had matured;

I thought we’d have a simple espousal,

Unaware my perception was obscured.


I know why I doubted my own husband,

Severed trust has allowed my mind to clear,

My heart’s helped me recognise my judgement,

I’d let papers imprint his beard with fear.

{So rely upon Allah; indeed, you are upon the clear truth.}

The Qur’an, Surah An-Naml (the ant) 27:79

Elizabeth Lymer is the Editor for Young Muslimah Magazine and the Co-Editor of The Muslimah Speaks, Her Voice, Her Spirit, Volume One, the poetry anthology in which this poem was published. Alhamdulillah Elizabeth hopes this poem will inspire Muslimahs to embrace the challenges they encounter during their first year of marriage to clarify and work through their personal issues and to support their spouse to develop also insha’Allah. She also hopes to inspire compassion for each other regarding the negative subconscious effect we can experience from reading newspapers and other media.

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In the dark,
on the rough trails
stones paring through,
prying my flesh …
life gave me
these gifts
with no bandages
or ribbons.

Tired at some point,
as I rested,
on a huge rock
and looked down
the path I’d traversed;
there lay painted
tips bright red,
glistening stones
reflecting the sun;
the very diamonds
I had been seeking …
the ones that
in the dark,
pared my skin.

{If a wound should touch you  there has already touched the [opposing] people a wound similar to it. And these days [of varying conditions] We alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe and [may] take to Himself from among you martyrs – and Allah does not like the wrongdoers – And that Allah may purify the believers [through trials] and destroy the disbelievers.}

The Qur’an, Surah ‘Ali-’Imran (family of Imran) 3:140–141

Taheseen Khan first published this poem on her blog Penspills.

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Once the veil of

your eyes has

been removed

that shielded

curtain no

longer looms


just remember

one thing

know for sure

Allah bestowed

upon this sinner

For me to adore


The eyes will

begin to witness

the beauty with

blessings from

Allah and

His decree


these sinning

eyes will start

to see the immense

beauty of our

Beloved Nabi,

visions will be


present to thee


once the veil of

your eyes has

been removed

that shielded

curtain no

longer looms


with blessings

from Allah

and His decree

these sinning

eyes will

start to see.

{And when you recite the Qur’an, We put between you and those who do not believe in the Hereafter a concealed partition. And We have placed over their hearts coverings, lest they understand it, and in their ears deafness. And when you mention your Lord alone in the Qur’an, they turn back in aversion.}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-’Israa’ (the night journey) 17:45–46

Fardos T. Shahid is a twenty years young student studying Joint Honors English and Education BA. She is an aspiring English teacher insha’Allah. By combining her love for Islam and English she began to write poems, free verse, and stories. Her inspirations vary from personal experiences to Sufism and the likes of Rumi, Shams Tabrizi, and Hafiz. She volunteers for Muslim Youth League Birmingham Sisters UK and blogs at http://inthethoughtsofink.blogspot.co.uk/.

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There was a place when you had everything

but still emptiness hounded you somehow.

There was a time when you loved everything

but it wasn’t the same anymore.


You got up every morning

looking forward to the day

but when you went to bed at night

only disappointment there lay.


You thought you had some plague

but nay did you know

it was a disease

of the heart.


Gruesome, encompassing, and sinister as black magic.

Its chains rugged, iron-like held on vehemently.

Your heart was bound, bleeding, it knew not such excruciating pain.

Helplessly it cried out but all in vain!


How could you let your heart die?

How could you let it be?

You couldn’t let your heart suffer,

a suffering of eternity.


So you prolonged your sujoods and prayed all your tahajjuds.

And I know how you cried because it happened with me too.

Not long had passed and your worship bore fruit.

It was as if He had waited for you.


Now a noor emanated from your heart, resonating inside.

Making molten the brute shackles

until they disappeared

not one but all.


Your heart breathed again as it was set free

in a manner state of the art.

So go on sweetheart

reclaim your heart


and submit it

to the rightful owner.

Your Lord.

Your Creator.

{O you who have believed, enter into Islam completely [and perfectly] and do not follow the footsteps of Satan. Indeed, he is to you a clear enemy.}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Baqarah (the cow) 2:208

Afreen Khan is a 21 year old Muslimah who is really trying hard to strike a balance between the deen and dunya. She is a student of Psychology and Islam. She is also passionate about poetry, literature, and cooking. Alhamdulillah. she finds beauty in the little things of life like a cup of freshly brewed tea, crimson sunsets, and children’s laughter.

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Sisterhood to me

is a bond that we can’t always see.


It’s like

when we love our sisters for Allah’s sake

making sure, we are holding up our faith,

knowing our salvation, is at stake.


It’s reaching out to our sisters when in-need

connecting and doing a gracious deed.

But sometimes, it’s just planting a positive seed.


We have to go deep within our hearts,

to bring out the goodness right from the start,

not letting negativity tear us apart.


Sisterhood is learning,

laughing and praying together, too.

Always desiring and giving our best

in whatever we do.


Sisterhood is a connection

given to us by Allah above.


Let’s hold it sacred

and practice-that special

Sisterly Love!


Are you practising sisterhood?

Narrated Anas: The Prophet said, “Whoever possesses the following three qualities will taste the sweetness of faith: 1. The one to whom Allah and His Apostle become dearer than anything else. 2. Who loves a person and he loves him only for Allah’s sake. 3. Who hates to revert to disbelief (Atheism) after Allah has brought (saved) him out from it, as he hates to be thrown in fire.”

Bukhari Book 2, Hadith 20

Latifah A. Hameen is founder of the agency Healthy Positive Choices which educates young adults and teens about preventing abuse in relationships. She is author of a number of books including a workbook that Young Muslimah Magazine has reviewed and a poetry collection. She is also a member of the Muslimah Writers Alliance.

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I remember when I believed in dreams

When the milky waves meant a lot to me

When I learnt to make wishes like a fairy; eyes closed

And open my eyes to see my dreams come true

I remember when life was of cream and peaches


I remember all my dreams of running far away

Of not looking back to care how little I was

Of not minding the light weight of my fat pocket

And not making a huge mountain out of no shelter

Of waking up to see the true face of love


I remember when I vowed the vow with him

And walked the long walk with Him

And danced the cultural dance in the rain

And sang the melodious song in the dark storm

I remember with tears all the good times with him


I remember when twenty seemed so far away

Looking back, time tells me it was yesterday

I have lost a lot with the passing of time

If I were to be blessed with a second chance

I’d go back to five and start where it all began


I remember when my light shone so bright

Basking in excitement amidst the crème de la crème

I remember when my light went so dim

Wallowing in depression and creeping in holes

I remember I was told that such is life


I remember when I sought to fill up the void

Against all the false hopes that life gave me

When I blindly walked through a new door

Hoping to put together the scattered puzzles

I remember when I had no bearing on life’s map


And I finally remember when I truly found Him

When my life’s true love revealed Himself to me

And walked towards me when I only took a step

I remember when I left behind me, the empty past

When at last I became the ‘me’ I am today


{And Allah wants to lighten for you [your difficulties]; and mankind was created weak.}

The Qur’an, Surah An-Nisaa’ (the women) 4:28

Wardah Abbas is a twenty-something year old self-proclaimed eco–Muslimah based in Nigeria. She is a state attorney and a passionate writer who particularly loves to share lessons from her personal experiences. When Wardah is not writing, volunteering at an event, or hanging out with friends, she can be found at the kitchen table whipping up edible ingredients into skin beauty regimens. She is the Earth Care staff writer for Young Muslimah Magazine. Catch up with her on therosespen.wordpress.com.

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(Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Mariam Nagaria who we lost on 12 June 2014)


Beauty and grace personified

Embodiment of tolerance,

Through my Ummi I saw lovely patience,

I thought she was full of elegance!


Diabetes and Breast Cancer,

Angina and Blood Pressure,

Yet bravely she fought,

Against all odds!


Arthritis in her back,

Her knees and hands,

My mother withstood all,

Nothing made her fall!


Nineteen years she spent

As my father’s widow,

She was my life’s shelter,

My prayers’ last door!


To Allah tonight I pray,

Plead He’ll make it easy,

Protect her and help her

In her final journey!


Inna llillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon,

May her grave be a place of ‘sukoon’,

May He lift away all her pains, please,

Give her a lit-up grave and eternal peace!


May He grant her peace along with my father 

Highest place in Jannah, from Allah SWT and dear!

Expansion of her grave, more than tolerable, may she have ease,

For her to answer when in front of Him, and may He be pleased!


Abu Huraira reported that a person came to Allah, ‘s Messenger (may peace be upon him) and said: Who among the people is most deserving of a fine treatment from my hand? He said: Your mother. He again said: Then who (is the next one)? He said: Again it is your mother (who deserves the best treatment from you). He said: Then who (is the next one)? He (the Holy Prophet) said: Again, it is your mother. He (again) said: Then who? Thereupon he said: Then it is your father. In the hadith transmitted on the authority of Qutalba, there is no mention of the word” the people”.

Sahih Muslim, Book 32, Hadith 6180

A teacher by profession, an MBA by degree and a student of religion,  Khudaija A. Nagaria found refuge and happiness writing, using her passion for serving Islam. Being a freelancer she writes for different magazines and forums. So far her articles and poems have been published in prestigious magazines such as Dawn,  Hiba,  Aailaa and Young Muslimah Magazine, and websites such as Moments of Perfect Clarity, and Muslim Moms. Khudaija is a writer for Muslimaat Magazine and has served as their Marketing Manager and a Contributing Editor. She is an active member of Muslimah Writers Alliance (MWA). She prays her writing be a means of Sadaqa Jaariyah for her deceased parents.

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