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

The threads of Eid

This year will be different We will smile at one another Through our hearts Intertwined, threaded Across miles and miles  Yet nearer still, our seeds Have never been as steadfast As the time we had to maneuver For parking Or…

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Poetry

Working class

I’m classed as an essential key worker But not in most peoples eyes I’m the lowest of the low How far can you really go? With that terminology To that place, you detest the most Cos you think its worthless…

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Poetry

Not your spice girl

I am more than spices, mango in the summer, cinnamon in the winter, cardamom to feel good, cloves for a cold There is so much more to my heritage than magic ingredients More than the saffron, the cumin, turmeric that…

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Poetry

Woman

Here I am with Women Of all shapes, sizes, all colours and creeds Today we are stood together Against all atrocities against women Violence, domestic abuse, rage and pain Of a 100 nations in a 100 languages Read, spoken, heard…

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Self Love

Eye liner on fleekFigure so slender and sleekStarving, in the name of dietingApart from threading and waxing Wearing painful high heelsNo matter how she feelsReal eyelashes falling off with mascaraSpending hours and hours in the spa Straight hair, makeup fairTo…

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Poetry

Fair and Lovely

Every morning I unscrew the pink and white tube my grandmother stuffed inside my suitcase as I left her home in Delhi. Her words still ringing inside my ears, “don’t forget to use your Fair & Lovely! A girl of…

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Mariam

Named after the virgin mother never to know the breadth of a man’s touch the prodigious power of his presence inside, a baby born not of the Lord but by His will. They called her whore, Unchaste, a liar by…

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The farthest mosque

Migration is metaphorical. My actual body lies somewhere I cannot trace. Two generations back existed on different soil two generations back existed on different soil two generations back existed on different soil two generations back migration was never about a…

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Poetry

Undercover

Walking down the road, they see me as a secret, as a question with no answers. And while sitting on the bus, in between their talk, I am always there. And on the way to the restaurant or the nearby…

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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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Poetry

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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Poetry

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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Poetry

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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