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

The base of his tree

I noticed a bird  That could no longer fly He extended his wings Carefully Gracefully But they could no longer lift him up  He flapped them  Stretched them Did what he knew  What he was accustomed to  But could no…

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“kashmir bleeds and ways to kill”

– bleeds i. there lives a flower. green in roots and velvety white on the ends. flower, kashmir.  ii. there lives a land beyond rules. covered with mud water and used bullets. land, kashmir.  iii. there lives a boy in…

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Unconditional Love

I want to empty my mind of myself, As all roads do not lead back to me. Build a wall of rejection around my heart, Let my ego fall to its knees.   To achieve a pure state where others…

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Invisible to visible

I was there when you dragged me on cold floors forcing me to do your chores,Screaming while you locked me in empty dark stores,Telling me I was nothing but a whore,While you knocked me through each and every door. I…

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Jury Duty, aka, Running on Empty

When you are selected to be a possible juror on a criminal case with 17 other possible jurors and listen to the info video (which includes lunch time from noon to 1:30) and then you are all gathered up by…

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The White Privilege

A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community, Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history. But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented My identity… Was molested. My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed…

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The prophets are leaving

Can you hear them? The prophets are leaving. They have had enough. The mountains no longer go to them, no sea is churned, while the sky hides its moon and the stars are too blurry to read. The earth lays…

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naivety

i will not ask for love until i am handed some. i ask for your love, vulnerable and raw. will you rip your chest apart to show me which demons lie beneath it? remember, the cascading waterfall i took you…

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Halfway to Suhur

Halfway to suhur the night opens its iwan a resonating chamber as glorious to me as the throat of a frog is to a frog who only differs from the choir of mysterious harmonising night creatures outside by the scale…

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Ramadan corners

Corners folded, curved, stuffed With minced meat, potatoes, peas Spices galore Platters upon platters, overflowed  To again feed the empty pangs of Ramadan Another year tendered sustenance, With memories yet to fill Each dish embraced as savoury favourites; Samosas, pakoras,…

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The dinnertime glassware

I am angry. The fury of life is enraging me. I have six glasses in my kitchen cupboard. Deliberately the thickest glassware you can buy in hope that the children don’t smash them every dinner time. I want to take…

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The role of Ramadhan

Violent harangues of hunger pangs, Solemnly suppressed by invoking hands. Tired, listless, lethargic limbs, Silently cleanse the soul from sins. Somnolent, tired eyes, Stay awake to seek their prize. Dehydrated, throbbing heads, Understand the blessings of health. A gathering of…

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Dear diary…

Dear diary… I’m still awake at 3 in the morning 3.42 to be precise I just can’t switch off my racing mind Because I remembered that thing I said Which may have caused offence Or not But it’s there Then…

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I am ready to fly.

I am ready to apply my wings of hope and fear to fly. I am ready to be guided by a satiation of love towards my destination. I am ready to accept there will be rough winds that will attempt…

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Paralysis

It enters through my feet. It stops my feet from moving. It paralyses me so I am unable to get out of bed. It begins to fill me. It fills me up to my hips. The lower back ache intensifies….

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