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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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…
Hello. Are you listening? The sounds. The sounds of crushed souls and lost hopes. The sounds of absolute silence and unfelt presence. The sounds of endless servitude and lack of gratitude. The sounds of shattering dreams and dying flesh….
‘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…
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….
the women in my family taught me how to love women by not loving men no, they are not lesbians or queer or whatever labels you stick onto me, but they refused …
A creature of nature she may be But beware for there is much to fear Of the female: Her body. Beware of her voice Her curves Her words What lies between her thighs Her lies Her hair Those lashes That…
I was not, by stigma, a good girl I don’t wear a hijab over my head. I don’t conform to the standards made by men on how a woman should speak and act. I am outspoken and ambitious and…
Nothing is ever easy with me – Not a thing I won’t question Not a rule I won’t resist Not a poem I won’t write Not a book I won’t read Not a person I won’t love Not a place…
In March 2016 I read an article in the Norwegian newspaper titled ‘New Walls of Europe’. The article mentioned a refugee camp called ‘Idomeni’ that was situated between northern Greece and Macedonia. On the 9th March 2016, Macedonia closed its…
Oh Banaz, why such an embarrassment? Oh Banaz, why claim you suffered from harassment? Oh Banaz, why not show dedication? Oh Banaz, why did you ruin our reputation? Beaten, tortured and bruised until black and blue, Banaz suffered from…
The poem is a living reminder of the monotonous life spent by a large number of Muslim women. Their desires and passion don’t die but are repressed by the gratuitous burden of pride and honour enforced by the patriarchal society….
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