While you wait
1: While you wait Look at your hands… If you have any If you don’t Look If you can’t see Listen If you can’t hear Breathe in (hold) Five Four Three Two one Breathe out… (release) You are too precious to be burned out… 2: While You wait In line For things… Coffee? An interview?…
Is it enough that I give them my love?
From the back of his head he resembles his father Long legs and long arms and soft curls his father’s genes lives on in our son… And I wonder how different life would have been If his father too had a safe upbringing… And I wonder if it is enough to grow a healthy mind,…
there is something that has been laying heavy on my mind lately… It has to do with uncertainty… something like, see now you have safety… it might be gone any moment… like the rug you stand on being suddenly yanked under your feet and you fall down ten thousand stories into uncertainty… This worry, this…
Don’t we know it all?
Oh, don’t we know how to live a life, when it is not our own? Don’t we know what we would have done, when we aren’t the ones who had to run? Don’t we know what to say if we were in their place? If we were them instead… Don’t we know so many things……
“say something I’m giving up on you” a line from a song by A Great Big World. Silence is good, and necessary even… being able to sit in silence with someone without the need to fill the room with words, is a sign of safety(I think) however being silent when we haven’t expressed ourselves… now…
The only time I can’t shake off jealousy is when someone has unshakeable faith… Uncorrupted undefeated unshaken Imaan… I don’t envy people for their wealth, beauty, or health, may they have abundance… amiin ya Rabb but I envy that they seem closer to you than I am… Lord, when will that be me? To
What is freedom?
Freedom is a privilege…it is a privilege to express your mind without fear of losing those you love or a right to exist. Or that by exercising your privilege you would subject your loved ones to harm. What is the price of freedom and who pays for it?
The last time I ate my fear Prompt
(inspired by a friend who shared her story thank you for trusting me) ❤️ the last time I ate my fear on the table before me lays all my childhood trauma pain and fear the last time I ate my fear, I picked it all out… but there was no other way but to sit…
«You should at least get a bachelor’s degree before marriage.» She said. I didn’t like that at all… «But he is my soulmate» I protested. «I could have married someone else and ended up as happy as I am with my husband», she said… I looked at her husband, he didn’t seem bothered, and he…
Don’t always have to be grown
A feeling visited me today… It’s an emotion I grew up with… It’s a constant state of mind of restlessness… A feeling that whispers “Never let your guard down, never unpack your bags” You might have seen it in movies… But I lived that life… Some flee war, some famine, some political and religious prosecution……