Posted in anger, campaign, Emotions, Health, Journey, Life, mental health, Mental State, Poetry, Therapy, Uncategorized

Wounds

Just another wound

broken men soldier through life

picking up scars

from broken pasts and broken hearts

but they can’t cry

or speak

society does not permit

gravity to touch their tears

it makes them weak

so they sit mute

fading yet failing to disappear

persist in their hollow drama

whispering their pain to the back of their eyes

their dry eyes

and boiling temper

I look at you confused

my broken man

wondering why you won’t release your stress

and trust the security I offer you

Another wound

my broken man soldiers through life

deeper scars

from a broken past and a broken heart

-a.K.a-

 


“Soft hearted people are not fools, the know what people did to them but they forgive them again and again because they have beautiful hearts”

-Islamic Quote

(unsure of the writer)

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Posted in Contemplation, Emotions, Health, Islam, Journey, Mental State, Poetry, Uncategorized

Alone

Alone.

Watching the world go by through the holy stained glasses

clouded overtime from the mist left by the believing sinners

Alone

Yet reminded that God is ever watching

Ever near

Yet I can’t shake this feeling of being

Alone.

Witnessing happiness

Feigning joy but in seclusion self-mutilating

Resisting urges to give it all in

Give it all up

To Be Alone.

Telling myself I can’t fight anymore

I can’t pretend

Telling myself you can

One step at a time

But telling no-one else

Alone.

Then waking in the early hours of dawn

To confess the sins of the night to the Lord

So close.

a.K.a-

Posted in campaign, Contemplation, Feminism, Freedom, Life, Poetry, Uncategorized

You Might Think Feminism Is Dead

Feminism is not removing my hijab

Or burning bras

Swearing and shouting

because being ladylike is torture

Feminism is not saying I can do this

It’s saying I can do both

and more

It’s saying I can make change as PM

without using my power to go to war

It’s saying I can have an empire

waiting for me outside my door

and come home to my husband and kids

and take control

It’s being a supermum

and a superboss

a superchef, supercleaner

superfast car lego building, abs builder

It’s being everything and more

and nothing if I don’t want it

It’s having the choices and chances to inspire

create opportunities and fly higher

It’s being equal but embracing our differences

You might think feminism is dead

and I might agree with you to be honest

-a.K.a-

 

 

 

(Image taken from PlayBuzz)

Posted in domestic violence, Emotions, Freedom, Health, Humanity, Islam, Journey, Life, mental health, Mental State, Poetry, Spoken Word, Therapy, Uncategorized

Strength in Walking 2

It was while she was running
Rainy days
Blistering winds
betraying tears
Forgiveness isn’t a friend of the stubborn
She had laughed in his face
Cried inside but showed no pain
Now it was while she was running
Traffic crunching along
Gravel sounds made her turn around
but she was still moving on
The shadow of the world
Shone through the hazy streetlights
and yet she ran
Hood pulled up. Close.
Hands shaking from misery
and exhilaration of defiance
It was while she was running
away from her mistakes
that she ran into freedom-
the freedom of walking away

-a.K.a-


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Strength in walking

Posted in Anti-violence, campaign, domestic violence, Emotions, Poetry, Uncategorized

Round Circles

Once. 

Eye for an eye just once

Not again

Twice. 

That was when the blame game started

Eye for an eye just once

Not again

Thrice

Back and forth we went all day

That was when the blame game started

Eye for an eye just once

Not again

Four Times

Got kind of heated then relieved

Back and forth we went all day

That was when the blame game started

Eye for an eye just once

Not again

Fifth count

It was all over, on the floor she lay bleeding

Got kind of heated then relieved

Back and forth we went all day

That was when the blame game started

Eye for an eye just once

Not again.

 

-a.K.a-

 


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Posted in Free Speech, Notes, Poetry, Random, Spoken Word, Spoken-word, Uncategorized

Talisman

I’ll be here same place tomorrow

with my pen writing

thinking of words to sparks lights in the minds

of people deadened to hope

be strong

fight off the demons that are breeding

all day long

raise your voice a notch

watch people hear you

say something captivating

so when you lower your tone

those people strain to hear

powerful

influential

that’s what we need more of

quiet wisdom

the day the ink runs dry

and the pencil snaps

I’ll lead the motivated

with my spoken words

but for now

accept these pieces of written tokens

take them as weapons of improvement

mark the page

flip a coin

collect in the movement

make a stand

together and join

the celebration of these talismans

-a.K.a-

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Human & Humanity (Insaan aur Insaaniyat)

An Extemporized Blog

Insaan

Jab insaan hi apna khoon bahaney chala hai,

Dilon ko samjhne ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi apne dil ko dafan kar chala hai,

Toh mohabbat ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi goliyon ki barsaat kar chala hai,

Toh aansuo ke sawaan ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi apne maut ki taraf bhaaga chala hai,

Toh zindagi ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi Khuda ki raah bhul kar chala hai,

Toh ibadat ki umeed kiss se karu?

– Advaita

Translation:

Human

When man is out to spill his own blood,

Who shall I expect will understand the hearts?

When man has only buried his heart,

Who shall I expect the love from?

When man is only out there spraying bullets,

Who shall I expect will shed tears like the rain?

When man is only running towards his death,

Who shall I…

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Posted in anger, Anti-violence, Anti-war, campaign, Children, Uncategorized

Sombre

I could shake with fury
Anger blazing in my eyes
The tears could overspill
but in the end I’m stuck in this life

I could stand up and shout
Add levels to my height
Talk words that are harsh
until my throat burns dry

I could give up
just sit here let the world run by
Watch the explosions in my head
Time after time

I could do all these things
But what is the use
I’ll just sit here in shock
Whilst they figure out what to do.

-a.K.a-


 

Omran Daqneesh, Aleppo, 5 Years Old

Another child of war

Another victim of war

Another innocent destroyed

Another child with PTSD

Posted in Contemplation, Humanity, Islam, Journey, Life, Peace, Poetry, Religion, Travel, Uncategorized, Unspoken spoken word

The Traveller

You can walk for days on end

in the blistering heat

cracked feet

eyes squinting as the Sun refuses to give way

the traveller’s prayers are destined to be granted

destiny always has a part to play

But that’s not why we take this path today

It seems we are unconsciously walking on

Wondering when we will find that force so strong

to rock our boat

set our compass

align the stars as one would say

so we can plod, we can glide, briskly or swiftly

we can stroll we can limp

but we’ll meet strangers

other travellers

trying to find where they are going

along this gravelly smooth jagged and open road

the high fast anxious seas

to our peaceful destination

-a.K.a-

Posted in mental health, Therapy, Uncategorized

Without Sound

Times changed

Days’ turned into months’

Holy times came and persisted.

Then they also came to pass,

but the sadness drenched the soul

deeper and deeper.

What is the use in screaming

when no-one is alive themselves?

Yet a war raged on inside

The battles were long and fierce

but the battles were prohibited from leaving scars.

Sometimes people cannot hear your screams

but they’ll see them etched into you and pretend they were listening all along.

How wrong they are.

Faith remains loyal- even when it dwindles, the spark never truly fades

Even when it rains hard there remains a flicker of honesty

A fire of resilience.

And we hold on

Stuck in this dreary place

Moving with time

-a.K.a-