ajwa

in the quiet moments i found my voice not in the silence, but in the noises between.
where thoughts became my words, and the pen became my compass.

words flowed like rivers, through deserts of silence and valleys of fear
i wrote of my heart, of its wounds and its scars,
of memories wrapped in the back of my mind, forever flowing.

from the rain-drenched valleys and verdant hills of yemen,
to the sun-kissed sand, and beachy waves of california,
i carried stories of a girl, who searched for belonging
for peace in a world that often forgot she was there.

yet in writing, i found a place to be,
a space where my thoughts could dance freely,
where the echoes of home, though distant, still called
and i answered with relief, with rhythm in my soul.

in the silence, where words once failed to form,
writing became my peace, the key to unlocking doors
to a language unspoken, yet deeply understood.

in every line, i discovered a piece of the woman i was becoming,
strong and free, no longer silenced by the world,
but empowered by the stories only i could tell.

when the world around me moved too fast,
and emotions became too much to hold,
i found solace in the rhythm of my pen
turning chaos into verses, heartache into relief.
there were times when speech abandoned me,
when the weight of unspoken thoughts were too much to bear,
but on paper, i found the courage to speak,
to say things my lips could never put together.

writing gave me the words, when i had none.

when feelings were tangled, too hard to untie,
it shaped my thoughts and gave me a place to land.
in writing, i found the freedom to express myself
with a piece of paper and the movement of my hand.

i share these words, not just for myself,
but for those who wander in the shadows of doubt.
for the ones who, like me, have felt speechless,
lost in a world that sometimes shuts them out.

i write, not to be heard, but to remember, to heal, to grow,
to honor the journey, the voice within,
and to share with the world, my words, my light.

because i know, that someone somewhere, will read,
and find in these lines, a reflection of their soul,
a comfort, a guide, a hand to hold
in the moments when they too feel out of control.
my writing is a bridge, a connection
to anyone who needs to hear they’re not alone,
to feel seen, understood, even from afar
and to discover in my words, the strength to find their own.

there lies a story waiting to be told,
and in the words we dare to share,
we find our voice, our truth, our way to grow bold.
so may you find your voice in the silence,
and your strength in the words you write,
for even when speech fails, your writings will hold.

in sharing your journey, you will find you are never alone –
for in our stories, we carry each other home.