Hate. Such a strong word. Its extreme. Raw. And weighty on the tongue. Yet I don't know how else to describe what I feel. I hate that I’m such a soft person I hate that I have so big a heart capable of forgetting it’s traumas. However traumatic. Like a…

I’m tired of writing about how strong she was . Or how she was really prayerful, hopeful that something will give. And that at the end, she’ll win the battle between life and death I want to remember her and actually think of the good days we've had, the stories…

Life is so full of expectations AND I DON’T WANT TO LET DOWN MY MUM I see myself as the simplest person to exist, The jolly kind of person you would want in your midst. …

"What is shame?" I asked muhammad because this prompt wasnt prompting anything . "When you are a disgrace... to life" he replied almost immediately. Therefore, I have decided to dedicate this piece of writing to the female disgraces we have lost. "Haaaaaaaa" she screamed, her screams pierced the realms of the…

Ramadan Day 3: Dusk I, the big shiny yellow sun is dying and my blood is blurry orange. I rose from the east earlier this morning and now I have found my way to the west. I am done for today. I am done been a torch that guides people aright. I am…

Not gonna lie, the first thing that comes to mind is the Nickelodeon tv show, Nicky, Ricky, Dicky and Dawn. LOL. Not like i watch it all the time. On a serious note, what does the word 'Dawn' bring to mind? Everything i think of has to do with disturbing my sleep…

Day 1: Ramadan Ends. We are all sitted in front of the t.v., silent and patient for the announcement of the Emir that the moon has been sighted. A part of me wants the announcement to be made already. I am tired. And i want to eat. Another part of…