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Women of Muslim heritage using the power of poetry to express their inner and outer worlds.
Poetry

The anger under my tongue

I was brought up to live through agony To fly with my bleeding wings As I survive My freedoms, stolen from me Since I was announced a girl My tongue, slashed My Being, made invisible As I survive   I…

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The quiet is deafening

The quiet is deafening, When all is laid down, Every piece of me, What parts must I keep? What must be removed? Who told me all I know? Being me is so simple, Yet they made it sound so hard….

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I have my eyes closed

I find it dim right away Here, for you I may pray or at least, I try to say I try to find a place to lay   I have my eyes closed   I solemnly choose good words, sentences…

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Poetry

This is for you.

For the women whose fathers Never stayed, Never poured the love You deserved into your soul. For the women who found love With the men like their fathers, Who fear finding a man Like their fathers. For the women whose…

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Poem

as companion to her zaatar sandwiches raining olive oil – daily, my grandmother cried salt-water tears into her soil growing cucumbers plucked and offered her daughter as sustenance for the long walk to Canada. it is why salt-water seeds of…

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kafir daughter

Dawn reminds me of my father, when I hear the morning birds I think of him waking me in the still-dark gently, his voice softer and older than I remember. ‘It’s time to pray, habooba,’ he says.   Like my visits home,…

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Poetry

Labels

Don’t label me by my race; my olive-beige skin only goes so deep. The features painted on my face simply frame my expressions and the words I speak.   Don’t label me by my heritage; a history lesson of my…

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Poetry

Like Farrokhzad

Like Farrokhzad I ask you to bring a lamp and a window when you come.   Please do not forget them.   I am here sitting in the dark repeating the same thoughts in my head over and over again….

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Poetry

Poem

he would pick the fullest one from his tree lift and place me next to him equal so i could watch as he unfolded the pomegranate placing every seed gently into rose-water & melted sugar.   i would reach push…

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Poetry

Being a girl, you learn

There will come a time when you learn some basic differences between chaining a soul and holding a hand or tying your pride to ones ego, you also will learn that compromising is not love kisses won’t guarantee the same…

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Poetry

Not now, only when

All my ten toes, bypassed yearly allergies,
for an infected dream, of like
what could it be, so let it be a summers day.
When it happened to be in a night
from Ramadan. He hurts the ones He loves

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Poetry

i see brown brothers

i see brown brothers break open their rib-cages to drink the urine of pale women. not-my-colour women. calling it sweet sweet mm-mmm sweet honey. these same brothers who close their backs on the molasses dripping thick from the hands of…

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Poetry

When I was labelled Muslim woman

When I was labelled Muslim woman I became defined By the generation I was born in and the struggles we carried From ‘I’, I became ‘we’ in an instant. When I am seen with my scarf Covering strands on my…

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Poetry

Oh Little Brown Girl

Oh little brown girl, your mother tells you to close your legs otherwise the cloak of virtue will leave you Oh little brown girl, your father cannot love you and all you want is him to hold you close Oh…

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Poetry

Grief

she has her father’s hands filled with soft oceans.   to sleep i would lay next to him listening to The Voice of Peace salt-water-air filling the room as i wrapped my small hands around his (my body a fraction…

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