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

Autarchy

Run. Duck. Hide. Wait… I come in peace. I am a mother, a daughter, a friend. Oh, I see my attire is ‘misleading.’ Shed my clothes, go ahead, strip me. Can you trust me now? I am bare I am…

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and when she moves!

She sways like cold thin air Flows like a gentle water As strong as standing earth And burning in the fire of passion She is the one with strong desire For dance is all she admires World has given her…

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It will be…

On the night you were born We did not give sweets to the neighbors We cried out, ‘another girl’! Never mind You are here now To belong to us you need to… Work hard in class so I can be…

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Daddy Issues

I’ve always defended you in your absence In the way I laughed off daddy issues when they were brought up As if it were a thing so foreign to me In the way I nodded in agreement when people praised…

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5:41 am

Yes, we are Muslim women, but we are still humans that get our hearts broken. A friend of mine was asking me how she should support her loved one who is heartbroken. From that conversation this poem was born. 5:41…

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Forced

How does it feel to be forced in this way? How can anyone know? Unless she is the one upon whom it is forced She looks down at the drop and wonders… She did used to dream of her prince…

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“My dear daughter”

“My beloved daughter, this one’s for you. Your actions shall be questioned, whatever you may do They’d tell you what to wear, how to talk and how to eat. How to walk, how to sleep also how to greet “What…

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ZERO TOLERANCE

You say you have ‘zero tolerance for violence against girls’, ‘Zero tolerance for child marriage’, ‘Zero tolerance for statutory rape’, ‘Zero tolerance for child abuse’.   Zero. Tolerance.   In your definition of ‘zero tolerance’ do my Muslim daughters exist?…

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My body is a battleground

I wrote this poem following the recent burkini ban in France. In this poem, I tried to identify with how the woman on the beach in Nice felt when she was ordered by police officers to remove her burkini because…

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Mixed up

I was born in London to parents of different cultural, linguistic and religious backgrounds, into a family where at least four generations have been migrants and minorities. I have myself lived in six different countries growing up. Throughout my own…

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Born

Born We brought the light from our grandmothers eyes The light our mother’s wombs held for us Captured in every cell passed down through her pains Voices of her grandmother’s soul in our veins Echoing us into existence.   Song…

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If my rights were clothes

  ‘If my rights were clothes, then I stand here naked before the men who’ve stripped me of my fabric and then told me to cover when the sight of my skin burned their immoral eyes. They can’t look too…

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Change your perspective

You know how they say love is a trap. You fall in love. So yes, in this case it is. And you can only get out of it with the keys of tears. I am here to propose something different….

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