Listen. I am pure woman-ness. I am chaotic, I’m a mess. I am breathy happiness. I am not your princess. — Rawa Majdi _______________________________________________________ A sinking of the chest, heart, or area undefined. Bars, imprisonment, and I knew of nothing else. Dragged by the […]
What is happiness besides your next-door laughter and golden-haired arms holding onto my complicated soul? Your yearning for my entrance through the main door, your goal to seek my approval for unassigned art? Your demand to sit on my passenger […]
Every moment, I seem to picture a horrendous future And with paranoia, place all my love in the now. What are calls, messages, mails, and pictures that distract From the laugher of my mother- ever so rare? Mother, you know […]
I have been raised well with plenty of food, a variety of clothes, and comfortable shelter. I have morals- I really do. However, the definition of morals has always been a question mark for me because everyone seems to define […]
You will not understand my intention to listen. Although I am not the best person to do so, I want to listen beyond words- your eyes, gestures, and expressions. Every time you walk in the room, I fail to fulfill […]
Increments of my behavior were relatable to my unproductive past. I let him drive the car, moved my seat up, and tried to understand my state of mind. I had been aching to write and yet, could not articulate my […]
Defining the Cross-Cultural Paradigm All I recall is driving with him and listening to unknown tunes- foreign words, foreign instruments, that felt so close to my heart. They would play all day and have my parents questioning my behavior- […]
They say a daughter is closest to her father- all shame is lost when he pronounces her as dead regardless of being alive. As God leans towards his children through parental forms, one loses God if one loses her father […]
Have you fallen in love or been stricken with arrows? Regardless, this is the true nature of a lover. Let us drink and you sing for me Mention her name while you play the violin You, who is mentioning her […]
“I was like, where is my Preet?” he said, as I prepared his items for departure. MY Preet, his Preet, anyone’s Preet; to have someone own me.. How comfortable was I with this concept? Having gained a sense of belonging, […]