Poetry, prose, short stories and more – here you will find words that I feel flow through me from somewhere beyond me.
Whispers on the Wind.
Gods whispers reached me on the wind. “Do you trust me?” I heard His voice loud and clear; it rang through my racing heart, coursed it’s way through my veins, I felt it run up and down the steps of my spine and somehow, I knew that it was ringing out from...
Put It Into Words.
I was born to write. Ever since I was a little girl, with a big gap-toothed smile and crazy, curly hair, walking around like a miniature female version of my dad, words have always been my friends. Books became my whole world, losing myself in them as I escaped the...
Your Beauty Lies in What Makes You Different | ART & WORDS
You don't have to look like everyone else. You don't have to sound like everyone else. You don't have to buy what everyone else is buying or go where everyone else is going for the perfect shot for the 'gram. You don't have to think like everyone else. You don't have...
Return to Love.
So I'm standing here staring at this waterfall. The water gushes down, a cloud-like continuous foam. It is roaring; it's thirst has been quenched from the recent rain fall and it wants the world to know. It's sounds mixed with the wind rustling...
The Magic of Gris-Gris.
They call you wild – and when I first laid my eyes upon you, I was awestruck. Your energy was something else altogether. I imagined falling free off the edge of your cliff and into the thrashing water below; imagining how I would become entangled in your waves;...
Some Days I Just Miss Home.
Some days it’s just like this. Some days I just wake up missing home. Missing Manchester. Missing England. Wishing I could be there, have a home there. But it’s just not as easy as that. I made a choice and I’m here. But I miss my city. I miss my country....
The Cyclone is Coming.
I can hear the raindrops – sometimes calm, sometimes quiet, and then suddenly loud and strong as if to remind you to not forget that she’s on her way. The candles are ready, lined up on the sideboard as if they know an important job is awaiting them – just like the...
A Mother-to-Daughter Responsibility.
I cradle my baby girl in my arms. An old soul new to this world. I look at her in wonder and amazement, her beautiful little face in a place so far away – blissful. And then I think of the responsibility that lies upon my shoulders.
Speaking to the Sky.
Everything is so busy. I stopped for a moment. Breathed in the mystical air of day meeting night, and looked up to the sky – ever changing in those moments, a myriad of watercolour; strokes being brushed, swaying this way and that, before my very eyes.
Don’t Forget to Breathe.
I sat looking out over the horizon, gently swinging my legs back and forth, the weight of the world nestled deeply atop my shoulders.
Assalaamualaikum, Syria.
Assalaamualaikum Syria. I don't know what to say. How are you... maybe? It seems so feeble, my attempt to show you I care. I've heard you haven't been well; worse than not well in fact - I heard it's been like hell. You're caught like a pawn in a game of death... in a...
2012.
I wrote this 4 years ago, right at the end of 2012 and it still seems so relevant. It was on my old blog, so thought it only appropriate to bring it over to this one. Enjoy. Another year. Another 365 days. Gone. Gone again in the blink of an eye and a flick of the...
Somewhere on a Park Bench.
Here I am, sitting on a park bench in the country that is my new home. The rustling of the trees, the hypnotic crashing sounds of the waterfall just behind me along with the sweetest birdsong, sends shivers down my spine: I feel peace. True peace. I think of my...
He Found Me Lost.
To find your way, you must first lose your way. And when I tell you I was lost, I was so, so lost. You see, they brought me up telling me I was this religion and this is how we do things. They told me not to do this and not to do that, and to be ever fearful....
Journey Home.
Some days nothing is more difficult than the battle being fought within yourself. Where your thoughts and ideas are at war with your beliefs and ideologies. Where all of a sudden you find yourself questioning everything you have ever known to reach a place where there...
Dark Spring.
It was like the whole world had gone dark. Not just the kind of darkness you get when the moon rises and the world falls asleep, but the kind of darkness which sneaks into every single nook and cranny and wound and open crevice of your bruised and battered...
The Wound is Where the Light Enters You
I prayed to be destroyed; to be ruined; for everything I have ever known to be shattered into a million unrecognisable pieces - in order for me to know You. So how can I complain, when all I have prayed for is slowly but surely coming true?...
My Sisters in Syria
I pulled him even closer; my nose buried in his bed of curly hair, my fingers clamped tightly in his small fist. I sat with my back against the hard back of the cold blue chair looking out across my city through the floor to ceiling length window beside me. Lights...
Rich, Poor London
A city of dreams. Of wealth, of love, of good fortune. But I see my brother, sitting on the street corner. I smile at him, yet inside my heart knows there is nothing to smile for. I want him to know that I see him. He's not invisible to me. It's getting cold outside....
One Human Race
Last night, I watched a documentary about the Ku Klux Klan. I think we all know that they are blatantly and quite proudly racist as hell, but seriously, looking deeper in, some of their ideologies are actually absurd. As they marched the streets shouting "white...
uncomfortable familiarity.
When you feel like you do not really belong anywhere here, remember ultimately you do not belong to this world. You have come from and are returning to so much more. Keep faith.
echoes in the night.
In the silence of the night I hear the naked echoes of my soul as it leaves my body to speak to You It is the most natural thing I have ever known Me returning to You I am always returning to You Because without You I cannot be found And without You I cannot be saved...
Proximity
It is in those times: the times when your soul is in anguish, screaming out for a saviour, crying out for someone, anyone, to run to you and bring back those long lost broken pieces of your heart... And it is in those times: the times when your soul is free and...
Death Song
They taught me death was bad, the worst thing that could possibly ever happen. But Love taught me death was a stepping stone, a closing of one door and the opening to another. They taught me I should cry, feel sad, reminisce and not let it go. But Love taught me to...
Rebirth Struggles.
Every single day, He tests me. He brings out things from the deepest depths of me, which I didn't even know existed: good and bad. Sometimes it's such a struggle - the struggle with yourself. But there's one thing I must always keep in mind: blessed are the ones who...
I choose Love.
I chose to walk this way because I want to walk this way: a path laid with thorns and roses, where to experience the beauty I must get pricked, before I eventually reach the Light. You see, I choose to want a life where I feel every single sorrow in order to...
Road to Light
The road to light is not easy, and no-one ever claimed that it was. You take your first step after awakening and you know what it is that you want, so you begin walking. And you walk and walk a few hundred miles and you realise that nothing has changed - it is then...
A Place Called Pout
Away from it all, in a place where time never was, Peaceful. No torment or violence afflicted from the outside world and therefore, no torment afflicted within; A place where I didn't even know my soul yearned to be. Back to the Earth, back to humanity, back to...
Broken Light
Your head is bowed in prostration; your hands raised in perfect prayer towards the skies; your eyes seeping seamlessly with tears... You're broken inside, oh-so-broken. You're begging Him to fix you, to take this pain inside your heart, to fill your blackened heart...
The Things I See
I wish you knew the things I see when I look at you. I see strength and power and beauty. I see a person - not a girl anymore but still, not yet a woman. I see your infinite potential; the power in you to become everything you want to be. I see a soldier; one of of...
She Lives.
She lives The curly-haired little girl So happy, so care-free An innocent soul Wandering, observing Excited by all things A free spirit Overjoyed to sing, to shout, To dance in the streets not caring if anyone's watching A joyous being Smiling in this moment In every...
Palestine’s Child
You see my little brown eyes staring at you through the computer screen. Blood splatters my clothes but your attention is drawn to my tear-stained face. I cry out to you, my little chest racking up and down, up and down through the sobs. You can't hear me though. Have...
Moments Became Memories…
Moments... Memories. You were there when I arrived into the world. Holding my little hand, I grasped tightly onto yours. Moments... Memories. My 4th birthday. I wore the maroon velvet dress with the pearls and sat on your lap to blow out my candles. You held me close,...
Mamma
The seconds hand keeps ticking Telling me time keeps on going by But nothing seems real anymore Not since you said goodbye I still see you sat in that corner Checkered blanket over your knees Always looking so beautiful Even with a hot water bottle under your feet My...
The Dance
The four year old me stares up innocently at the 24-year-old me; simplicity, innocence and youth fighting up against a somewhere between teenage and adulthood young girl, transcending forms and figures, and slowly becoming the person she will be forever in front of...
New Eyes
I open my eyes for the very first time. Well, for what feels like the very first time. I have been asleep for far too long. Look at what I’ve been missing. I am dressed simply, in a plain white sheet draped across me and around me, covering and protecting my purity. I...
Traveller
Gliding past, I float through turbulence My head is bowed to the skies Wind rushes past me Sweet, soft, comforting Lights flash all around me Red, yellow, green Green, yellow, red I see faces, hundreds of faces Eyes tell me stories; scars convey their pain Yet, too...
Run.
Candlelight flickers casting shadows on the wall behind me. Who am I? It flickers again. Where am I? It flickers dangerously, as if daring me for it to blow out, cascading me into velvet blackness once more. “Go on, go…” I whisper, “You leave me too.” As if on cue,...
