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

Seek and you will find

I had no self-respect, So I covered my flesh So I lowered my gaze So I held my tongue So I quashed my anger. I had no purpose in life, So I rejected want for need So I shared my…

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You’re free they say

You’re free they say, You have choice they told me, At what cost though? I didn’t know. I have free will I read, So long in the lines I keep. That scripture spoke to me. My soul though, Will guide…

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Burnt pages of desire

A honey-gushing spring breeze sprinkles blissful showers, Burnt pages, an oath of no return, spreads its wings Life is molten lava, a moth’s temptation to a flame. Life’s mysterious essence is inside a scared little red box Within the box…

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Electronic aftermath

They never tell you about the electronic aftermath. The Facebook profile, with her comments, her likes, her shares The text messages and WhatsApps, the last call, the last email All little waves from beyond the veil All reminders that you…

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Survivor

Everything about you unseen Is beautiful, Your mind, spirit and soul. Everything you’ve been through, That has made you the survivor you are, I’m in awe of that. The grace with which you carry your healing, Lovingly and tenderly. Your…

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Our Beloved -peace be upon him

Resurrection lies in wait, For every soul there’s no escape. To meet our Maker, submit our soul, Present our case, our hearts exposed.   Our desperate pleas will resonate, Nafsee, nafsee, selfish state. Searching for a ray of light, Amidst…

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In the name of religion

Allahu Akbar, they chant in overwhelming frenzy, In vain our men are slain in the name of religion, Take off your rose tinted spectacles, Dare to ponder and look around yourself. You – my dear, average Pakistani – are not…

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Two years

I don’t believe in God, Allah, or Yahweh, Yet I pray to all 3 everyday. Daughter of Iman can’t be faithless.   March 14: Yearly Janazah for 3   Recently, a pair of Arab lovers bribed Him for a double…

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Poetry

Her

  In The Name Of The Most Humble and The Most Arrogant On this holy afternoon, we think of Her and Her poetry. When She entered a room, She believed that time stopped for Her. In Her light, She dragged…

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Poetry

Love and other poems

Love like a plan gone wrong Today I woke up and decided to be beautiful Everyday feels like a song in my head Looking to escape Words rushing out of mouth I like the wanting as it comes to me…

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Judge yourself

The silence wrapped itself around me, smothering senseless voice, Cocooning me in blissful calm from naked, nauseating noise.   Bitter envy clothed in praise, a blackened heart lauds acclaim. Face to face sincerity, followed by disparity, blatant contrariety.   Begrudging…

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Atheist sincerity

These cancer ads follow me like targets. Spare a thought for the mother who didn’t survive, Couldn’t watch her daughter thrive.   It was just before a film about an elite gambling ring, Molly’s game. Ecstasy’s game.   Did you…

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Poetry

Sac/red

Perhaps the reason why our mothers didn’t pray when they bled every month is because that blood is already prayer, the body manifesting miracles can ache, too. Cleansing, all that red giving power to pain. Releasing. The body never more…

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Collateral damage vs victims

Dead Iraqis / Talented young musician stripped of life Dead Palestinians / Husband grieves for wife: ‘Beautiful, kind, loving mother of three children’ Dead Syrians / Bright university graduate, lost at age 21 to terrorist hands Dead Libyans / Widowed…

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Let the light in

If it is true what Leonard Cohen said That it is through cracks that the light gets in, then I have my answer How I survived Why I survived I opened myself up to my broken mess And turned it…

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