And when Allah said to the angels, “Prostrate to that which we have created” The first man. Adam. Satan looked at him and damn, fell head over heels in love. Satan’s love made of fire and light sparked off Adam’s skin like clay They bent for each other in other ways. The night before their […]Read More blasphemy
For today’s Mood Board, I’ve decided to repost one my favourite poems (self – hype much??) called ‘They Have Killed My Country and Murdered My God” \you brought the flames and you put me through hell // They have killed my country and murdered my God and called it collateral damage. They have buried my […]Read More Song Mood Board #4- Praying, Kesha
\smoke and mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle // you wake up it’s the same old life. seven steps from the bed to the shower the shower being exactly nine songs long four more songs to get ready six steps from the room to the door the three block commute takes about eleven songs. […]Read More Song Mood Board #3- Let Me Love You, Justin Bieber
\tell me all the ways to love you// my father makes the evening tea for my mother every day, without fail “too milky and too sweet”, she complains but drinks it with a smile anyway. my brother will risk my mother’s anger to get books for me to read and will then ask for reviews […]Read More Song Mood board #1- Troye Sivan, Lucky Strike
I’m going back to the beginning days of my blog when it used to be about books. I’ve been obsessed with #Bookstagram photos (they’re like my equivalent of slime) and I thought I should try them too. Two minor problems: a)My camera is shit b)I don’t know how to take photos. But I tried. So here are my books with orange covers and I’ll also try to review them.Read More ‘Orange’ You Glad I’m Back?
They have killed my country and murdered my God
and called it collateral damage.
They have buried my homeland
under their bombs and the cries of its residents.
hiraeth(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief, the yearning for the lost spaces of your past. “Go back to where you came from!” I wish I could. But my home is burning. And I’m aching for the beautiful place my home […]Read More Before The War Came
“Looking at the Taj Mahal, I wondered in whose memory God might have made this universe.“Read More
We were the phone calls and the texts- sounds and words. We were the hours, the miles, the signals- analog and digital. We were the pixels, the picture that distorts if zoomed any further. And we were the stars of the same constellation , Connected only through imaginary lines. Never were we the shy glances, […]Read More “… We Were And We Were Not”
“Shine like the Sun of Tabriz rising in the East.
Shine like the star of victory.
Shine like the whole universe is yours!”