The Illogical Journey The year was 2001 and there we were, sitting in the canteen at college. My cousin and I joked about starting to write rhymes and pretend to be gangster rappers. We wrote and found it simple to…

القلب المكسورThe Broken Heart I try to imagine what it’s likeTo sit in your blessed companyThe Sahaba’s gazes fixed upon youLearning a matter of IncumbencyAnd there you are in all your mightLeaning against that blessed treeYour Noor is so overwhelmingI…