The things a teenager hears covers all aspects of
I’ve always thought that being a Hijabi is like walking around with a ginormous billboard on
They say depression is in the mind, that it can be inherited. They say that pills
“Everything is just temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it” _Anonymous
I’ve been trying to figure things out and itching to write about this for a long time but I’ve been putting it off because I did not know what to title it. I finally came up with ‘Illusions’ and I thought… Why not?
Every day I see things and I inwardly laugh to myself and at myself for all the things that are happening, and I’m like what are we even doing?
Living our lives like there will always be tomorrow or even the next hour
Haboti is my way of putting my jumbled thoughts together, and try to understand life altogether. It’s the secrets that I’ve hidden, the mistakes I’ve committed, the stories that have left impacts on me, and most importantly… it’s all the lessons learned.
I write short poems, just to try different ways to adapt and accept this reality that we call life.
I’ve never been a bookworm, a writer or into poetry. These writings are just a disarray of my feelings and thoughts, that I always feel, are
Ladies, fellow sisters (and the occasional gentleman) we all know of that monthly visitor we all have, you know whom I’m talking about, the one who doesn’t need an invitation and just pops up, whether you were expecting it or not. This guest goes by many names, usually of various relations; Aunt Flo, Cousin Cramps even Freddy. My personal favourite will have to be the “Red Wedding”. Whatever you call it
“Dress shabbily and they remember the dress, dress impeccably and they remember the woman” -Coco Chanel
Waking up in the morning, such a hassle. Getting all cleaned up is easy. The problem comes