She sees herself in black and white:
No vibrant hues, no trace of life.
No shade, no texture, spark of hope
Just insufficient paint-brush strokes
The centering is off, the nose misplaced–
It hangs off in a sorry state.
The eyes too sma…
An afternoon last October brought about a particularly breezy day, seasoning the ground with an array of reds, yellows, and browns. But I wasn’t outdoors to enjoy it. Instead, I raced up staircases, through a maze of blindingly lit hallways to my …
It gives a new meaning to time,
This annual beauty, manifestly sublime
That transforms minds, purifies souls,
And turns rusty hearts into shining gold.
In subduing the animalistic,
We may see the truth of the materialistic.
From light to l…
My heart is a wreck,
Iman equivalent to a speck.
I feel as though I stand in prayer alone
When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown.
For eleven months, I have waited for this time
When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime.
We go about our lives performing good and charitable acts whether they are listening to our parents, getting homework done on time, giving donations, or helping our friends.
Some people do good deeds because they have a good-natured soul, some…
I once read someone’s musings on happiness, and it gave me a much more active perspective on the emotion. The writer mentioned that he felt sad even during happy times because he realized that the time would soon end, that his smile would not last…
Growing up, I always thought summer was about outdoor barbecues, picnics, pool parties, and vacations. It didn’t occur to me that there was anything more important back then. I had no idea that my decisions were going to become more stressful than…
Atop a shaky mountain, I placed a burden.
Oh what a sin, what a sin I have done.
When will is weak and heart is hardened,
Back to my Lord must I run, shall I run.
Far in the distance, far from never ending toil,
Far into fields where no sou…
I walk not knowing where I am headed,
What lies in front of me, what path I’ve treaded.
Lost in the midst of a jungle, blinded by lush trees,
The thorns prick my feet, causing them to bleed.
Shall I detour from the trees to see what lies ahe…
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…