Aspiring storyteller dabbling with words, quotes, and phrases i believe language to be one of the most beautiful of things in this world, if used properly and with good intention. This is what it feels like. She still talks with you,. I see you coming down stairs. Of your home, beaming.

Writer, Student, Mother and Traveller on Al-Siratulmustaqeem. Assalamu alaykum WRWB and Hello! I have decided not to publish any written work on the blog for the foreseeable future. Apologies to anyone who enjoyed reading my pieces and thank you for all your support. However, I feel that some of my writing is meant to be heard as opposed to read. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

And heart full of lies. Your passion causing strife,. With a sharp edged knife. Blade to the left,. Swept meat to the right. Now run or stay to fight,. Stop and start to speak,. No easy feat grasping at emptiness.

I see your smile,. Forming into the shape of what mine once was. Wrapped up in nothing but a duvet,. And all we hear is the quaint sound of the TV buzzing while we talk endlessly about pointless things. Like the way it feels when your hand runs its way over my skin. Home is somehow always where you are,.

Dear 13 Year Old Self. Dear 13 year old self,. Your 18 year old self. Once again blown away by this man. My past haunts me like a ghost.