![]() ![]() ![]() His wife, duputta draped around her neck, is on the other side of the parking lot, looking for him like a confused chicken. The man raises his eyebrow and stares for a moment before a voice reaches out to him, calling his name. I cock my head slightly and tap my foot, seconds slipping until the Azan goes off and everyone disappears from their selective corners, the crack of a hundred knees sounds through the air. I’m an orphan, I say again, my hand outstretched, the braid of my pigtail coming undone.Īnyone who’s willing to love me gets a guaranteed entry to Jannah. It was Aisha’s idea to get money from the masjid so Meemoo doesn’t have to work more shifts. I’ll get you into heaven, I say to the man at the masjid, idling by his parked car, stubbing out his cigarette hastily so his wife won’t see before Jummah prayer. ![]() Along with Safia Elhillo, she is the editor of Halal If You Hear Me, an anthology that celebrates Muslim writers who are also women, queer, gender-nonconforming, and/or trans. ![]() She is the writer and co-creator of Brown Girls, an Emmy-nominated web series that highlights friendships between women of color. Asghar, author of If They Come for Us, is a poet, filmmaker, educator, and performer. The following is from Fatimah Asghar's When We Were Sisters. ![]()
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