Ramadan: Muslims and their Forgotten Empathy

Brilliant piece of poetry submitted by a sister. Today while making Iftari, a sudden image struck me, As I fried the Pakorey, And brewed the tea. Somewhere, a boy sits under a tree, Staring at his mud caked hands; holding a bruised knee. And the sound of a gunshot echoes again, And he gets up... Continue Reading →

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