The past is no longer here,
Choose love, not fear. In relationships, art, writing. Choose love, not fear. There is another world but it is in this world. And those who see it, know. You smile more frequently…
(My first poem- It’s just an impulsive tryout. Why not?)
I should have told youPlease be gentle, I am still learningTake me where the flowers grow.
Spring can sing
keeping us healthy
birds playing in puddles
The flowers bloom
All the pressing together and the pulling apart.
The night is rimy and raw and
Being a Muslim womanthere is no room for error;