Dear descended soul, I tell you,—Do not hate the soil.Plant of the seedThe doing of the deedDoes not mean death…
I ask my heart do you want to change and you know what it tells me? Ask yourself, what do you love?
She walked with her legs heavy and her soul down. The air was cold and sharp and stung the inside…
This is a message to anyone who has ever struggled, with anything: You’ll be okay. Sit back and remember; Allah…
It stood gracefully on a shelf of an antique wooden cabinet – a showpiece in the shape of a heart…
The following piece, “With a Soul, I Fly” by Hibbah Haddam, was chosen from a selection of submissions for Expressions:…
Queen, Jacks, Hearts, and Spades, My personality fades, In a world where exploitation is the exposition for every living respiration.…
Become one with the earth. Lay upon the dirt from which you came. Sinking, melting, Streaming down the crevices Cracks,…
