Bathed in wind,
Breaded with love.
Garden turned yellow, scattered debris.
Polaroid of me and you,
Immortalized memories,
What we once were, people we’ll never again be.
Endings bitter sweet,
Judge people harshly.
Your face to mine like water to my lips - sustain me.
Wooden spoon,
Bits of me.
Our love whispers in the breeze.
Water is a reflection.
There was a war once, in my village. Great-grandfather left behind; a blind man gone missing. Right before my grandmother left For faraway city that promised hope for my grandmother and her four kids. When she returned, she never saw her father again. I can feel myself hardening with
When I think of love, I think of you. Allah swt says that He loves you seventy times more than your mother does. Making me the most loved woman on earth. You have provided for me always like Allah. Advocated for me, cradled in your arms, cleaned and supported. Always
Ya Rabb, please multiply his good deeds, subtract away his bad deeds – baby boy in blue, birthed in the summer. May his slate be clear like his. Please purify him for his meeting with you. May he intercede for his family on the day of Yawm mul Qiyamah. May he
Community feels like warm, sticky toffee. I taste it, and I instantly feel at home. The sight of seeing old friends again all grown up and different. Tainted perfectly by life’s experiences, each carrying a unique scroll of stories they dare to share. I feel joy, for we’ll