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i don’t want this ramadan to slip through my fingers like the last one before it.i don’t want it to end with the weight of regret sitting heavy on my chest. counting the missed opportunities, the prayers i rushed through, the nights i let pass without asking for forgiveness and seeking guidance from Allah. i…
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dear younger me, i see you. sitting in the corner of your roomyour small hands clenched into fists. your head buried into your kneesholding onto words that were too heavy to carry, but too dangerous to let go. there’s a storm behind your lips, begging to be set free,but nobody stops long enough to hear…
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i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve held onto something too tightly, an idea, a plan, a hope – convinced it was meant to be mine. i told myself that if i just tried hard enough, it would come. and yet there were moments, when things didn’t work out. there’s a tough feeling to…
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there’s a weight that comes with starting again. something heavy that comes with trying again and again. from the moments i let fear decide for me. i’ve been let down before, by people, by dreams, by myself. i held too tight, by the version of myself that was too afraid to take a chance. but…
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in a world split by borders and beliefs, there remains one truth, our shared humanity. yet, as our countries suffer, the connection feels distantly lost. i find myself seeking the truth in a lot of what is happening in the world, searching for some understanding of even a hint of the sorrow that our people…
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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…
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