Cries

With strands of black my body is covered,

With anguish and sorrow my self, cloaked,

Now my only state is that of grief,

My only language is of tears, with it I speak,

Listen to the cries, the ones beyond existence,

Listen to the story of one man’s resistance.

Travel with me into the arms of my mother,

In my infancy when I cried like any other,

She whispered to me "Hush little baby"

You're like no other, you, my child are Hussaini.

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Cuts Deep

New short story is FINALLY up :) It is a story of... well I'll just let you read it for yourself (I promise this isn't a way to get you to read it... not entirely)
SPECIAL THANKS TO SAYYEDA DHARSEE for helping me learn how to spell and punctuate.

Dancing embers rock with the relentless winds. The sounds of crickets and crackling of burning wood surround me. A slight chill runs through my spine, both pleasing and uncomfortable at the same time, and while I wonder how the two coexist, I clench my fists straining the sleeves of my hoodie; a slight pinch from the faint wound that taunts my wrist distracts me. I watch the bonfire in its entire gold and blue fury cutting through the darkness of the night, opening up my soul for me to witness…

My eyes strain in a failed attempt to open, I really couldn’t be bothered, there’s only one more... Go on then!

Peace and Prayers,

Kulsum x

Shikayaat

The heart synchronizes with sobs I don't control,

It aches and yearns as if it were not whole,

Oh heart! Why do you break every time you hear his name?

Why does the healer of wounds, to break my heart, aim?

I see the sun and the clouds in the sky,

I recall a child with nothing but a hope filled cry,

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I Sing Husayn!

In light of the first of Muharram I thought I'd delay putting up my short story and instead write something to do with Muharram. These following few days are extremely holy and I hope that if this poem does touch you in the slightest bit, that you would spare me a prayer inshAllah. 

Black face, Stained heart,

I come to you torn apart,

Buried in sin, the weight of my wrong,

I am released from, when I sing your song,

So I sing Husayn, Husayn, Husayn, Husayn,

I sing to that tune when I hear how you were slain.

My soul I have hurt, my self... Continue

Peace and Prayers,

Kulsum x

I'm Back, Like it or Leave it :)

Salam,
Heyya!

As some of my followers might have noticed, I have kinda gone AWOL in the past few (I use that term loosely) months. This is obviously true from my lack of posts and what not. And while I don't necessarily need to justify that, I do WANT to.

I started writing as a hobby, something I did for friends and sisters when they had am assignment due that they couldn't or wouldn't do (yes, I was a pushover like that, sue me). That changed along the way. It became something I was proud of even though my audience was minuscule and sometimes nonexistent. Eventually, I became the target of  a few critics who didn't love what I do. One critique led to another and I didn't enjoy writing anymore, It became about proving myself, which in turn got extremely exhausting. So why am I telling you all this? whats the point of me putting my inability, at that time, to handle that form of rejection, out there?

I recently befriended a couple of people who were a lot like me, socially err... weird (?!), and as I got to know them they, in their own time, told me of the things they had given up because people didn't approve, and all I remember from that conversation was "Wow! How sad!". I don't want to be that.

So back to the question... Why am I telling YOU this? Well its not to be a sob story or to seem like an insecure little girl, rather it is to tell you that if you enjoy doing something, don't toss it aside because people say you should, or will. I refuse to do so and so should you!

Now that I got that out of the way, I don't know if this is good news or not but those of you who can bare my writing, expect a short story soon!
This time I look forward to the comments, good or bad. Bring it, I've got my thick skin on and I am ready to take it all in and grow from it all.

Now that I have said almost every cliche thing I possibly could...

Peace and Prayers,
Kulsum x