Inside the mind of an immigrant
The worst part of having depression is not knowing how to explain it to someone who is completely fine and mentally healthy. How do you tell someone that there is an invisible wound inside of you that’s constantly bleeding and there isn’t much you can do about it? Each day the wound gets deeper and … Continue reading Hiding under the bed
Let’s play with fireand broken glasslet’s get a little crazyand burn down our pathslet’s scorch our journeysand let this anger eruptlet’s ignite our dreamsbecause deep insidewe’re all a little fucked. Beautifully ruined Poetry book: Curing My Venom
I ordered abayas from an online website, but I accidently gave the wrong address. I contacted the website, but they refused to help saying there wasn’t much they could do. My only option was to physically go to that address and ask them if they received my package. It didn’t seem so bad. But the … Continue reading I took off my hijab
It's been a long road I know I haven't done you any good but - our ways are parting now forgive me if you could. I know I've let you down because now I'm sinking deep watching you fade away into a dreamless sleep. There’s so much I could have done to ease this walk … Continue reading Life and death
"You wouldn't feel anything. Isn't feeling nothing better than feeling pain and anguish." "You don’t have to put up with any of this.” “Why don’t you just let it end?” These thoughts are silent, but sometimes they whisper, and that whisper gets so loud that an echo forms in my brain and I repeat those … Continue reading The monsters in my head