ajwa

poetry

  • finding my voice

    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 feari wrote of my heart, of its wounds and its scars,of memories wrapped in the back of ↓

  • comfort in silence

    you know, there’s times in life when words just don’t seem like enough.like when i see you hurting, the sound in your voice, the pain in your heart,and all i can do is stand by, wishing i could do more. how can i watch you grieve and not know what to do?it breaks my heart ↓

  • forever in your debt

    my parents are my everything. alhmadulillah. forever grateful for what they did for me and my siblings,but especially for me, their daughter. growing up with the societal norms they were expected to followthey went against the crowd, ignored their critical staresand didn’t pay them no mind. in a village where traditions and customs held strongwhere ↓

  • breaking free – a yemeni woman’s tale

    through sunny days and moony nights, she praysto break away from the customs set forth,holding her back and preventing her from the countless opportunities she has always dreamed of. when she looks upon other women in life, she feels for their victory, always celebrating their success.but little does she have that same supportwithin her heart, ↓

  • you start to wonder

    when i catch myself thinking about you, i wonder if you still think about me too. i pray for your peace and healing and wish that you never come back to me again. for my peace and yours. we were never meant to be. but i start to wonder sometimes, where did it all go ↓

  • enjoy the silence before the noise

    it’s been really quiet lately, really still and silent. i’m not sure if that’s normal or if that’s even okay but it feels nice it feels calm it feels safe. should i be worried? i ask myself.  should i be trying to do something? no. maybe it’s better this way.  i’ve chosen to allow myself ↓

  • women and silence

    you’re slowly taking our voices away little by little, you’re taking advantage of all the things you can grab. ↓

  • national poetry month – end

    although i didn’t participate fully this year, i did have fun with the few poems i wrote in my journal and the poems i shared publicly. i want to express myself on writing as a whole. ↓

  • 7:05am

    look how far we’ve come i would have never imagined us to be at this point in life but here we are. i had thought we’d part our ways and no one would speak to each other again but that’s not what happened. and i’m grateful that didn’t happen because i never thought we’d make ↓

  • 9:17am

    to rely on myself is all that i need i don’t need anybody else. ↓

  • 8:00am

    light my way into the future and tell me what i’ll see what steps should i take in order to succeed.   tell me things i want to hear rather than things you want to tell warn me of the things i should be aware of or the things that will lead me to hell. ↓

  • 3:45am

    i’m trying to understand what the heck is wrong with me because i can’t seem to stop myself from checking up on you, even when you’re not there for me. you’re never on my side, you never seem to care anyway, but i constantly push myself closer to you, expecting you to do the same ↓

  • national poetry month – start

    this is your life this is your story ↓

  • 4:54pm

    i wonder where you are in the times i needed you, where did you go? – why was i always there for you, but you were never there for me? what did i do wrong? tell me. – did i need you more than you needed me? did you find someone else to take my ↓

  • 10:20pm

    take me some place invisible to the eye some place i would never dream of seeing some place i can have a sense of belonging and happiness in a place i can look to and never want to leave a place i can call home. 10:20pm ↓