J. Aboufadle

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Grad school prep, but make it summer‑soft.
Stacks of books, fresh notebooks, long walks, and a head full of ideas I can’t wait to bring into workshop. Counting down the days until I start my MFA at USF in August — and I’m already so

My Writing Journey
I didn’t grow up seeing myself in stories — not as a child, not as a teenager, and certainly not as a Muslim. I was raised Baptist in Florida, a place where the word “Muslim” was often spoken with fear, igno

Happy Ramadan! I’m excited and can’t wait to enjoy the holidays with my family and friends 💜

May Allah bless us all with joy, hope, and gratitude this Ramadan. May Allah bring us all closer to our deen and the mercy that is proliferated

I’ve been rebuilding quietly — not because I disappeared on purpose, but because life pulled me away from my writing and my online presence in ways I didn’t expect. Coming back feels strange. It feels like talking into a void. It fe

What’s happening to jenanmatari and @nora_lester_murad is not an isolated incident — it’s part of a widening pattern of silencing Palestinian voices in public spaces. And when that silencing reaches the largest public library system

The Ummah is a global community — not a monolith.
One of the hardest things about being Muslim in America is watching people flatten us into a single image. One language. One culture. One way of dressing. One “look.” One story.
But

I’m so honored to share that my short story “The Restaurant of Sand” was published in Blue Minaret Literary Journal on January 29th.

This piece is close to my heart — a story about memory, hunger, witness, and the quiet ways

Before the pandemic, a woman I knew from the gym invited me to her masjid in Tampa. I walked in expecting to sit quietly in the back, the way converts often learn to make themselves small. Instead, I found a semicircle of women waiting for me —

Muslim childhood is rarely a solo journey. It’s shaped by aunties who slip extra cookies into tiny hands, cousins who become first friends, and masjid halls that echo with laughter after prayer.

But too often, children’s books center the

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