Poetry

I only wanted kindness.

I do not ask for much. I do not ask for days untouched by weariness nor for every wish of mine to be fulfilled nor for life to unfold exactly as I had desired.

All I ever asked of Allah was to compensate me with kindness: kind days, kind hearts, words that would reassure my soul, and a presence that would never add to the weariness my heart was already carrying.

I wished only for a single day in which I would not have to defend my heart; to meet souls that would never make me fear the sincerity of my own feelings; to know, just once, that this world was gently mending my soul instead of teaching it new ways to ache.

But everything I encountered was unyielding.

Every path I mistook for a haven was lonelier than I had imagined. Every heart in which I placed my trust left an imprint I never learned to heal. Even the places I believed would be my sanctuary, I left them carrying a heart far heavier than the one with which I had arrived.

‎كنت أريد فقط الحنية:
لم أطلب الكثير. لم أطلب أن تكون أيامي خالية من التعب، ولا أن تتحقق كل أمنياتي ولا أن تمضي الحياة كما أشتهي. كل ما دعوت الله به، أن يعوضني بالحنية، أياما حنونة، وقلوبا حنونة، وكلمات تطمئن روحي، ووجودا لا يزيد القلب تعبا. تمنيت فقط أن أمر بيوم لا أحتاج فيه أن أدافع عن قلبي، وأن ألتقي بأشخاص لا يجعلونني أخاف من صدق مشاعري، وأن أشعر، ولو مرة، أن الدنيا تربّت على روحي بدل أن تزيدها وجعا. لكن كل ما مر بي كان قاسيا. كل طريق ظننته مأوى، كان أكثر وحشة مما توقعت، وكل قلب اطمأننت إليه، ترك في قلبي أثرا لم أعرف كيف أداويه. حتى الأشياء التي ظننتها ملاذا، خرجت منها بقلب أثقل مما دخلتها به.

Sandstorm

Sandstorm
Sandstorm
Whirl around me
Take my form

Carry my secrets
Bury them home
Conceal my sins
Beneath sea foam

Tell me stories
From far and wide
To keep me company
As I stride

Travel to the heavens
See the angels and light
Then whisper to me
Of Gods might

I seek for God
day and night
I only find him
In natures bright

Oh, sandstorm
Take me home
Till then I’ll wait
for the Trombone 🪊

Outlander
20 Jul, 2026

O you,
the lonely one —

Why chase the crowd?
The hordes of men, women, children and the wrinkled,
the strangers so familiar,
uttering the very words
of your song?

Why long for things
that may never come?

Why weep?
Why speak at all?

When you very well know—
for all the colors and the smiles,
all the celebrations in this world,
there is none in your life
who will ever speak your tongue.

• -Rain, 07-20-2026

Hi

I’ve woven too many dreams for the future.
In the end, perhaps they will remain just dreams.
I don’t want to dream anymore.
I don’t want to weave anymore.
Perhaps it’s time to bury my dreams
and let the river carry them away.

You don't know the reality of where I am from, or where I've been
Yet you judge as if every thing you have seen
Little boy, your laughter is your own dream
Do you think because you migrated a little distance, that you are somehow supreme?
Many have come and many have gone
Block function has your egos torn
I've seen a lot and frequently travelled by plane
But your superficial rhetoric is really insane
Appearing way younger than I am and wanting a companion who looks youthfully the same...
Perhaps in that I am to blame
For swiping across immature blokes
Who are still wet behind the ears
From me, you shall see no tears
#RIP

Ya rabbi, what naseeb have you written on the lines of my palms.
Do they mention the betrayal of my zaalim.
Do those streaks mention the pain of separation.
Aren't they too tiny to contain those drenched memories.
Neither I nor he knows what sort is the next weather .
From which direction will the next breeze come from?
I prayed for a love deeper than the depths of the ocean.
But instead my black eyes brought depths of sorrow.
In the wind of these wilderness how can there be any hope.

What is a strong heart? Is it strong because it feels nothing, or is it strong because it dares to feel everything?

Life teaches you lessons along the way. It will always catch up to you, even when you think you are far ahead. That is why you have to look back too, while keeping your eyes on the future to grow. And when life suddenly passes you by, you just step aside and let it happen.

All of this makes me wonder: what is real love? Is it peace? Is it the freedom to fully be yourself? Is it sharing a good laugh together, or is it closing your eyes at night and knowing your life is complete?

I am here to seek it, and to build it with the right person, Insha'Allah.

𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
when the moon begins its journey home,
I find myself chasing the light
from one star to another...
feeling as though I am standing at a crossroads
beneath the shadow of a weathered tree
unable to choose a path
yet unable to stop chasing the light....✨

My canvas satchel is heavy with fears
the fear of meeting you,
the fear of losing myself,
the fear of the deepest night,
and the fear of the sun
when it hangs a spear's length above the horizon

With all these fears resting upon my shoulder,
I wander through the gardens of life,
gathering flowers.....
perhaps to comfort myself,
perhaps simply to keep myself alive

After seeing so many truths in the book of life,
I lack the courage to turn the pages of reality...
much like a pigeon
that closes its eyes at the sight of a cat,

Because hope...
is astonishingly beautiful.
In the span of a heartbeat,
it digs wells in the middle of deserts,
coaxes date palms from barren soil,🌴

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭
𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴🪻
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸✍️
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦—
𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳

SanaVirsa...

The willow, it weeps today
A breeze from the distance is calling your name
Unfurl your black wings and wait
Across the horizon
It's coming to sweep you away

The fragile cannot endure
The wrecked and the jaded, a place so impure
The static of this cruel world
Cause some birds to fly long before they've seen their day

Ascend, may you find no resistance
Know that you made such a difference
And all you leave behind will live to the end
The cycle of suffering goes on
But the memories of you stay strong, so strong
Someday, I too will fly and find you again

Let the wind carry you home
Blackbird, fly away
May you never be broken again
Beyond the suffering you've known
I hope you find your way
May you never be broken again ♥️

• -Blackbird - Myles Kennedy