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

It’s a crazy world we live in.

It’s a crazy world we live in. There’s a pinch of bad people With their own histories, Doing injustice, not owning it, Blaming their prey: You came in my way. We grow up blaming ourselves Hurting ourselves, just like they…

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Poetry

Take me home

Heartbreak like this makes me yearn for comforts I never even had The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to…

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Poetry

A piece of meat

They call me bitch because I sleep with my dear man. They call me a slut for sleeping with a lover of people. I love, he loves. What more do you want?   They call me worthless because the man…

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Poetry

“Log kya kahenge?”

“Log kya kahenge?” (What will people say?)   A boy adorned in the colour pink; a girl rejecting the ‘feminine’ blueprint.   A woman fulfilling her own dreams and desires, before adhering to what tradition requires.   A man. Vulnerable….

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Poetry

Brain storm

Stormy seas swim silently No decency, no apology. In every crevice of the mind The waters drown, reason.   Battle ensues, gasping for breath Waves envelop fragile air Thoughts reach out for pockets of hope Amongst the sea, destruction.  …

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Poetry

your name.

on the day, on the night, at the right moment, the perfect hour, you make your entrance covered in the blood of all the women in your past. you rage, your first battle cry to let the earth know that…

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Poetry

Why should I hurt?

Why should I hurt? Why? When I treat even stones with kindness. I do not want to cover my ears nor cry tears of sadness. I do not want to dive into my thoughts nor speak words of harm. I…

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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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Poetry

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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Poetry

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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Poetry

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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Poetry

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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