The wise woman of Banu Hashim
My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
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Muharram the beginning but never the end
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
Blessed Will
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
Nights of Ramadan
In these nights of Ramadan,
Echoes of Adhan e Fajr
With the echoes of azan e fajr
Fatimah
vast clusters
Be Taken
How a street turned silent
What Becomes of Motherhood
This stinging, this jabbing
The Night’s Burial
When the wailing of the night has hushed
Quiet Cave
A daughter is a quiet cave