Trilling Water
Trilling Water Knowing nothing of the comings and goings the doors and points of departure knowing nothing of You except what You willed we would recite knowing only about myself what You have revealed
Home: A Poem
Home I've heard it many times in their stares. Go home! go home! Go back where you came from! I ask myself, isn't this my home? But… is it really? Do I have
Mangoes and Memories: Ramzaan Through the Decades
My earliest memories of Ramzaan are from around three years old in Bradford. Our parents would feed us, put us to bed and then go back downstairs! We didn't really know why and opening roza
Two Poems
Reborn They asked me why I changed my hair and got rid of all my old clothes. As I tie the strings to my silk dress, I smile and say I'm being reborn again.
Eid in Lockdown: A Documentary
In 2020, Muslims around the world celebrated their annual Eid-ul-Fitr festival in an uncommon way due to the Covid-19 pandemic. In contrast to the normal communal festive celebrations with many friends and family, Eid was
The Last Visit
The Last Visit A short story and photo series by Shameelah Khan For my late grandfather. Papa Your skin bent Under the weight of the moon Managing to make water the shape of its shadow
The Work of Laurelie Rae
Hikaayat is pleased to showcase the extraordinary work of Laurelie Rae, a Canadian artist, educator and author based in Istanbul. In 2015, she published Islamic Art and Architecture: Memories of Seljuk and Ottoman Masterpieces in
The Archive
I try to find my mother Over the years Searching In the archives Of love and loss digesting memory An uncomfortable silence That shapes My body Her body Sometimes, she was her Other times, I
This Is The Colour
This is the colour of true love, it overflows but it never withers away –– Sana Ginwalla Lusaka, Zambia. Five years ago, I visited my grandparents in Gujarat, India where they stay in a house
