Posted in Islam, Poetry, Therapy

I Am My Own Therapy

She said, “Why are you crying?”

I said, “I do not know”

She said, “Why are you lying?”

I said, “it hurts to say so”

She said, “share what you feel

it will help mend your heart”

I said, “it will not help me heal

but tear it further apart”

She said “what is it you fear?

The darkness or being alone?”

I said “can one tell them apart

they are of each other a clone”

She said “you said prayer helps,

why have you abandoned it so?

Maybe that is why

you are feeling so morose”

I said “I have not abandoned

The one friend always with me

But sometimes I get lost in my mind

and have to cry for relief”

“It is not so bad

This is nothing compared to some

My Lord made a promise to me

Relief is soon to come”


“Verily after every hardship comes ease”- Quran  94:5



Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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