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-

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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 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 Contemplation, Humanity, Islam, Life, love, Peace, Poetry, Uncategorized

Black & White

It didn’t start with Hello

The conversation never started

Gifted are those Kings and Queens

that can always keep themselves guarded

Eloquent, elegant

they walk past each other in near silence

no clicking of heels

no jeering of voices

No excessive laughter

to the point where you have to question

Was it even funny?

or are they just politely listening

Fabric so soft, the wind dare not touch it

Rain does not infringe your modesty

Merely glides from it

and nature is admired

He likes the Moon

She the Roses

They never tire

in their amazement of their Master

They think she isn’t confident

But He who knows her knows her best

They think she is irrelevant

But the perfect human taught her best

They think he is boring

Yet they admire when he fasts all day

When he can say I’m not interested

When he can lower his gaze

Differences are celebrated

So why do people hesitate

We aren’t pro division

She’s black he’s white

and it’s okay

-a.K.a-


 

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Islam is equality, but I see too much emphasis on race and culture. It is a learnt behaviour. He/she will learn it too. If they are perfect in every way, don’t reject them because of the way they look, because of the village he’s from, because of her surname. If their faith is strong, do not let it be difficult. People make life harder for themselves and place obstacles in their path that Islam has not placed there. Don’t be one of them.

-a.K.a-

Posted in anger, Contemplation, Emotions, Journey, Life, Poetry, Spoken Word, Uncategorized, Unspoken spoken word

Second to Last

The cussing the fighting

the breaks and the crying

the pain is denying me

from even trying

What is the point.. when you’re missing the point

the defining part of everything’s gone.

You’re raising others on a platform where I stood,

So imma brush off my kicks and just stand where I’m stood

On my own two feet on my own misunderstood

With the weight of the world dragging out my blood

Just for once, just this once, don’t be blunt, spare my feelings, just for once sugar coat the feelings, or lack of, just for once

Just for once, just this once, don’t be blunt, spare me failure, just for once, sugar coat the feelings of failure just this once

Hard-work is a frame of mind and so is defeat

Hard-work can give you success but so can defeat

It’s harder to come up again when you’re feeling weak

but if you’re not tested in this world

your future is bleak!

It’s a lot when things get hard you’re meant to look at someone less

but I’m accustomed to striving for the best

If I put in the hours and graft you know that I want it

so when I cry at this test of Allah I’m just being honest

They say the answer will reveal how much effort you put in

but those grades don’t reflect my dedication

It’s blatant

In a system of division

Where only the strong from birth will conquer

Entering this competition

Is just cold-blooded murder

So it’s a lot it’s a lot

but you can’t quit now

because a quitter never made it off the ground

And what’s worse than failing is not trying in the first place

so even if I get up I’ll be aiming for second to last place

and that in itself is better than giving up

so fix your hijab, back straight and stick your chin up

 

-a.K.a-

Posted in Contemplation, Life, Poetry

Dreams

Dreams of taking a year off

to take off

skydive from planes

that i’m scared of

jump off bridges

burn the bridges I left behind

when I was blind to see

the beauty behinds the lens the screen

so serene

Believe God watches over me

Believe I failed to be guided first but now i’m free

Believe

I’ve watched people walk out scott-free

Believe I’ve watched people turn over leaves

Sipping on tea leaves in Marrakech

Stay blessed

The deserts ships take me across the scenery

Stay blessed

Sending blessings from far off places

picking up a pencil to trace those forgotten faces

Memories stay scattered like your family

Stay scattered, but remember what matters

Dreams of taking a year off to explore

Explore those feelings that I locked off from before

Dreams of addressing your issues as well

Dreams of bidding farewell

So farewell

-a.K.a-


Credit to the photographer-tried to find the name but can’t!