this is a piece about writer’s block.
stars are in the sky and there are stars, stars swirling against a pitch-black tarp and drawing whirlpools of inspiration that fade and twinkle out into black holes, black holes that roar and consume all th…
This is a message to anyone who has ever struggled, with anything: You’ll be okay.
Sit back and remember; Allah loves you, a lot. You were born with a fate written for you, and you know that. You are alive, you are breathing. Your heart is beat…
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’
She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were tensed with concentration, versus her previous hopelessness.
She was still Amaan with her…
Trudging through the sodden dirt-path, the permanent frown on Amaan’s face deepened as she lost herself in thought. The mud streaked her tattered sneakers and seeped through the splitting seams.
Squelch. She could feel the wetness inside her sh…
Become one with the earth.
Lay upon the dirt from which you came.
Streaming down the crevices
Cracks, slipping further.
We return to the earth, don’t we?
Go, return to your Lord.
Let the sun wash ove…
Her fingers stretched toward the disturbed surface of water. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then, she plunged.
She plunged into a world where people did not care about their Lord, a world where shades of black engulfed her, where a se…