My ummah. MINE.

By Maryam Qadeer 1 She walked with a steady pace born of resignation and sank to the floor for respite. It was uncharacteristic of her, as most days she would get to work straightaway. Lady: Would you like some tea, N? N: No ma’am. Lady: Have some breakfast then, you must be hungry. N: *after... Continue Reading →

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