Inside the mind of an immigrant
Another shooting ... 'Please don't be Muslim'the thought echoes in my mindthe man was whitebut Muslims in a mosque have died.For a moment there’s reliefat least people won't blame hijabs and beardsat least when I walk down the streetI won't be feared. But as the thought sinks inand I go through the newsthe shooter wasn't … Continue reading Please don’t be muslim
I didn’t know that even with so many words, I would lose my voicehow did I become so silent when loving you was a choice?I thought you’d help me heal, but the wound was so deepthat when I opened myself to you, I drowned deeper in this seaI didn’t know that loving you this much … Continue reading Love and the wound
I gave you birthbut I did not give you life.You are not mine.You do not belong to me.I do not own you.You are nothing less than a miracle.A reason for me to celebrate.You are an amanat (gift) form Allah (SWT). An infinite, irreplaceable treasure that fills my soul with light every time your face crosses … Continue reading A mothers letter
Because I find myself thinking about you in the oddest of all times. You’ve left your mark on me, and its embedded so deep that sometimes I can feel it tug at my lips. I smile at the thought of you like a salve placed on a burning wound I didn’t know I had. You’re … Continue reading A page from my diary…
