Posted in Poetry



A reflection of our minds

Rhythms and stages

Photos and paintings


A reflection of our reality

Dodging bullets

and making mistakes


Severing ties with family

in words we formulated

for peace lasting all of 3 minutes


driven into us from day

if you grew up the right way

instead of our faces stuck on equations


I wish you would listen

open your eyes

to your children


the place where it’s okay to be afraid

it’s correct to make errors

and reflect on your frame


Thou art



portrayal of your reality

An outward release




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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