PLEASE READ THE TRUTH OF ISLAMPLEASE READ THE TRUTH OF ISLAM11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Truth Behind The Veil
In this article, I would like to discuss the questions I get asked the most and what daily life is like for me as a Muslim teenage girl. Above all, the questions I am most often asked besides whether or not I am related to Saddam Hussain (which if any of my dear readers are wondering the answer is NO) is "what is that thing on your head?" And when asked, a short quick reply is usually given, but now I will give a more in-depth explanation in hopes of your attaining a better understanding.
As the saying goes "things are more than meets the eye" the same applies to my modest dress, in fact it can go some much in-depth I could certainly write a book on it. As we all know, girls start being interested in boys around age 11 (sometimes even younger) and vice a versa, by which they like to "show off" themselves and attract attention by of way dress or just because they see most girls do it. And as we s
untitled with ways to liveThis cigarette burns as if time has stopped,untitled with ways to live8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you threw your last piece of my heart-
out the window.
100 miles an hour and i've become your cement,
poured and plasted;
these tears run thick.
Pryed away with the rusted spade,
you got your full house;
I've become the all in hand,
si tuan nyalang...si tuan nyalang7 years ago in Other More Like This
aku hentak kakiku di dasar jurang
jalang lang lang lang lang
sudah cukup terpuruk jatuhku ini,
masih juga kau terus mendorongku
mau diapakan lagi, tuan?
tubuh telanjang menggigilku ini?
salahkan lagi peluhku,
salahkan lagi igauku,
salahkan lagi laraku,
aih, matamu nyalang sekali, tuan..
kemana dunia pelangi dulu itu,
kenapa jadi sumur gelap begini?
dan kenapa kita tidak terbang seperti dulu,
kemana lagi aku harus jatuh untuk melayang lagi?
ahh tuan, maaf saya banyak tanya, matamu makin nyalang..
cukup kau selimuti aku,
cukup kau dengar ceritaku,
cukup kau sentuh aku..
(kalau tuan mau,
kita lewati dulu malam sepi berhujan ini,
lalu besok cari pelangi
kalu tuan tidak mau, ahh..
tinggal dorong aku lagi. dan ahh..
Surat ke.4Saya memeluk dan mencium diri sendiri. Dia layaknya seorang saya, hanya saja berbeda kelamin, garis hidup dan bau saja. Saya ber-tremor ria rasakan hangat badannya. Iya, badannya selalu hangat. Saya gemetar namun senang, nafas saya berat, tidak sesak namun saya berkeringat. Sejenak semua terasa ringan, ringan seperti kapas putih sesejuk nafasmu, yang kemudian perlahan mulai merayap ke leher saya yang kau klaim dan rasa bahwa itu adalah rahang kasar saya, jeda 3menit kau mulai statis diam dan setelah itu hanya nafasmu yang seakan berbicara muntahkan tembang senjakala. Dan saya mulai coba berpikir tuk masukkan sedikit sari tebu dalam kopi saya, kopi jambi tentunya, ahh.. bukan begitu bu?Surat ke.47 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Seketika semua kembali ke kosong, saya semakin kerdil dalam tanda tanya besar dan saya menjadi sehampa nilai kosong yang saya rasa. O, Bapak nasib. O, Dzat pengasih. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya hanya saat berpagutan liur dengannya. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya saat saya baui punggungnya. Saya bersyukur hany
A Poets Purpose is Paper ThinThin sheets of lined paperA Poets Purpose is Paper Thin7 years ago in Open More Like This
Under blank verse
With no pentameter.
They seem lifeless
As they form stories
Using forced imagery
To convey meaning
Of which only the author understands.
Describing landscapes and human endeavours
Of restless nights and fallen seasons.
Rising inspirations whisper loudly
As they silently create inner tensions
Forming observational catastrophes.
Then the poet admires the work
The way in which letters fill the page
With no interruption
Yet enough room to breathe.
The muse amusing their every thought
With a play on words
While juggling their own
Light and darkness
To prove their worth.
The dichotomy constantly filling voids
Giving off a feeling of affective poetry.
In that case,
Let me cast shadows
With the little light thats left.
After thirty lines I realize
My purpose is paper thin.
sparrowsparrow8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The trees are unsettled, their limbs tossing in the violent tempest -- gauges for Natures wrath or love. The storm plays like a silent film as I sit in the cabin of my car. My old campus gym sits in the distance like a stolid mountain.
The world comes to life in stereo as I step out. Dashing down the side of the parking lot, my umbrella mimics the trees. Trying to avoid the rain, I notice an upturned creature on the wet pavement. I stoop to examine it. Its pale legs stick up like flags of resignation. People must think Im crazy, a university student examining some dead thing. He must be studying taxidermy.
Its a baby sparrow.
Its feathers are maturing over its soft pink underbelly, bunched into a mangy blanket by the rain. Its feet shiver in the wind. Dirt, pine needles, and assorted debris are stuck to its bo
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met him today.
i met you today-
the boy that will change my life.
my feet sink in this blindingly white carpet.
there is a trail of yellow flower petals winding it's way across the floor.
i would follow it, but i'm not sure what's at the end.
i throw away my nerves and thoughts and slowly step along the path.
it's you: you're the end.
I lay in the dark and wait for the part that you sing to me. When I called you my little songbird, you grinned boyishly and gave me a half hearted shove that caused me to laugh until I fell to the floor, holding my sides. You held my hands like we were playing london bridge and told me that this was f o r e v e r .
You pushed me into the pool, but I held your sleeve, causing you to tumble in after me. We laughed and tried to keep our heads above the surface. [You cannot float when you are dragging eachother down.] We floated perfectly. my.life.is.perfect.
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
Think TwiceThink Twice11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My throat hurts and i'm gone
Do you mind if i turn off the radio
I want to end this song.
So many hours left in this day
The sun is setting and lights begin to fade.
Do you plan on stepping outside
Try to catch your taxi before i begin to cry.
The radio knob is broken and
My voice is beginning to crack.
I'm so cold.
Don't look back.
I Often Contradict MyselfI OFTEN CONTRADICT MYSELFI Often Contradict Myself10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I often contradict myself
Oh no, I never do.
I argue with me day and night
That simply isn't true.
Oh yes it is. Oh no it's not.
I do this all day long
Oh no I don't. Oh yes I do.
That's right. No way! It's wrong.
I'm really quite agreeable.
I argue night and day.
I love being around myself.
I wish I'd go away.
So if you see me arguing,
It's certain that you won't.
I like to contradict myself.
I promise that I don't.
Singular 2A doua oara ne intalnim aiciSingular 26 years ago in Other More Like This
si suntem neschimbati.
culoarul asta pare o viziune a cuiva care vede doar in alb si negru,
pentru care culorile ar insemna prabusirea propriei lumi,
ar insemna ca toate oglinzile sa cada ca intr-un joc plictisitor de domino,
fara ca macar una sa scape neatinsa.
Sus, lumini albe din jumatate in jumatate de metru
ce stau sa faca in ciuda atator minti care s-au stins
preferand sa uite totul deodata,
la fel de repede cum ai pocni din degete.
Jos, in pamant, privirile lipsite de regrete ale fiecaruia;
au uitat ce e regretul, asa au incetat sa mai aiba pareri de rau.
Atat le-a trebuit sa lase totul
fara drept de apel,
un pocnit din degete.
Fiecare lumina, un vis pierdut,
fiecare oglinda, o proiectie a idealurilor tale.
In tine, un plan de neintrecut
pe care l-ai scris cu petale
Ai ramas acum doar Tu si toate visele tale de pana acum,
ultimul supravietuitor al unei povesti ce seamana jocului de domino.
Privesti luminile dublate de ogli
citrus love affaircitrus love affair13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Citrus Love Affair
electric impulses shooting up and down,
with citrus obstructions near and around,
cautiously watching, waiting a senseless moment,
to intensify the logically disabled thinking box.
the moment, reckless like lovers parting night,
open to opportunities, like an agent views the sunrise,
passion growing, electric energy and stormy reflexes,
so fast, to draw feathers off a flickering wild bird.
cross stood she. a million miles approximately,
could see the future our life in that mere +5 sight.
one step forward. two steps backwards.
each seemed like an endless voyage.
oddly tucking in my oddly tucked out shirt,
running fingers though my hair; maybe the last time,
her loss could bald me faster than the Sargent's saloon.
maybe i'd pull off that bald sexy look.
it unimaginable, the charge in my body,
the sudden rush of courage,
taunting death, as i would call it,
taking one final step,
walked upto her.
confessing my citrus love affair.
DAYBREAKChapter 1: Glimpse; the FirstDAYBREAK6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
On this day, a bleak and dreary April the 6th, my generally unclouded quintessence was momentarily thrown into a convoluted fickle when I swiftly entered my local coffee shop. I was instantaneously given the indulgence of discovering that the cashier was fresh, that he was of the male species, and that he was exceedingly good-looking. Before I could even attempt to approach the counter in the graceful manner in which I always carried myself, I had to momentarily place my hand against my chest to feel my heartbeat, which was increasingly quickening with every heavy exhale that escaped my moist, parted lips; I had to make sure I was still alive, that I was still breathing and that this implausibly beautiful man wasnt an elaborate fantasy I had cooked up in my girlish, adolescent mentality in order to appease my crippling loneliness, more so my lack of gentleman company. As I observed the impossibly attractive man hand the first woman in line the
Draw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.Paper cuts thin out toDraw.Freeze.Collapse.Breathe.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those patheic excuse for a "Winning you back" lectures on those countless papers.
"Blahblahblah I want sympathy."
Was the loudest message received.
Nothings changed, I feel the same.
"Calculations must have gone wrong somewhere..."
Starts with a y--.
I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually.
This is Handguns vs Hands Down
Winter vs Water
Balance Beam vs Buckling Knees
CreationCreation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The staggering end is held in her eyes
And with it stretches a new beginning
Adorned in shadows and bloody kisses
The archway lights blink, Once, twice
As feather-fingers entwine with mine
Opaque, a sleek safeguard from the sun
Velveteen tresses murmur on my cheek
A ravens plumage and a spiders silk
Laced with the fragrance of an angel
Incongruous to a demon by design
She presses her wintry lips to my neck
And I nearly reach out to embrace her
My tongue flicks a nervous lick at sweat
An avid tattoo in my breast to remind me
Omnia mutantur nos et mutamur in illis
My fists clench as fear wreathes my veins
And I swallow a mouthful of raw anxiety
Desire's cohort beads between my thighs
As her lips whisper promises on my skin
But I am temporarily deaf to the divine
Will it hurt? I whisper, and she pauses
Her mouth hovering over my slick skin
She doesnt draw back to see my face
Uncertain, enticed, frightened, excited
As she laid a cool finger along
Didnt mean a thing to meDidnt mean a thing to me11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tie me to the clouds
Sky as blue as you
Float away as you drive along
70 and rising
Knees on the dash
Never meant to fall in love
Hate being your Mona Lisa
Fading like a distant light
Glue my mouth shut so i can't breathe
Place me next to you
you are 70 and rising
escape your tormentors
Ward off ageing
with pulsating beats of your heart
and ice cream in the graveyard
Knees on the dash
70 and rising
70 and slowly fading
RyeAndAirI was thinking you make me feel things that I couldn't buy with a million bucks.RyeAndAir9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You crash my train of thought with
"Let's never talk about this or bring it up again."
"Okay. I agree."
I cant figure out what lies even mean anymore.
All I know is my eyes sting and my throat isn't working very well.
I manage a small wave and walk away as fast as I can without actually
b r e a k i n g i n t o a r u n .
Tonight I'll take pills and fall asleep with the t.v. on.
You called after me "Darling, we'll be seeing eachother soon."
I love you. And I'll never look you in the eyes again.
I woke up on the upstairs floor.
And took the elevator to the clouds.
Your sky blue eyes dont seem so deep up here.
as they did when we were at the bottom of
the ocean and every breath
I dragged in made
Sleepsong -- Apologue.Sleepsong -- Apologue.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a time, in the year of bated breath and lover's debt, there lived a man and his beautiful wife-- and though they toiled in circular disintricacies and stayed the coming of any age that time mustered, they loved each other dearly, to the threat of every deathbed and beyond.
she spent her days singing songs about the house as she did everything in her power to create the best home she could manage of the sagging willows and bastard reeds she gathered-- for the husband she loved so much.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
There is nothing you can think that is not the moon!
and always, though he never knew the verses pre
Doar doi pasiLipsiti de vina,Doar doi pasi6 years ago in Other More Like This
Lipiti pe retina, cei doi pasi albastri tind sa vina tot aici,
De frica sa nu striveasca o lume mica, dar intreaga, cu calcaiul stang,
Adevar prezent, perfect valabil.
Trecut variabil ca un anotimp
Ce musc-acum din timpul timpanului meu
Blocat in gand.
Decis sa il opresc putin din drumul lui,
Ca-mi vin si-mi pleaca bucatele din memoria ce m-a parasit.
Caci n-am venit.
Dar ma deschid acum si caut in mine acul plecat din carul cu fan
Cu increderea c-o sa-l gasesc.
Nu e prostesc.
Firesc nu ma mai port de mult.
Vreau sa m-asculti, sa imi ascuti toate creioanele
Ce-n ciuda mi se rup acum
In bucati tot atat de mici precum sunt pasii tai de fum.
Dar vor fi tot aici si-ti vor striga sa ii ridici, sa-i scuturi.
Vreau sa te bucuri, asta spun.
Pasi adunati, toti amanati intr-un pamant,
Cuvinte pastrate-ntr-un trecut al Orientului Indepartat
Ce s-a lasat cedat altor pasi, putin cam falsi.
Pasnic sunt, iti spun.
Ajuta-ma sa-i pun sa creasca,
Doar randuriStiu ca poate suna ciudat ..dar ce mai faci?Doar randuri6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nu acum..nu ce mai faci pe langa faptul ca iti bei cafeaua..ci doar ce ..ce mai faci?
Ce faci atunci cand ninge?Atunci cand ploua?
Ce faci cand esti suparat?
De cine tie dor?
Spre cine privesti?
Cum..iti e fara mine?
Am trecut ieri Pe langa geamul tau..ai ceeasi perdea portocalie ce stii cami place.Ciudat sau nu..nici nai mai spalat..Te asigur ca se vede Hilar, nu?Mai stii cat de nervoasa eram cand nu o aranjai calumea?Totdeauna te faceai ca nu ma auzi dar ma auzeai..
Am vrut intr-o zi sa bat la usa ta..sa..imi dai cd`urile care le ascultam noptile si care sunau atat de tare si totusi doar noi le auzeam..si nam putut sa bat.Te auzeam ,ascultandule..
Intr`o zi am observat si trandafirii uscati de pe masa..Stii, de afara se vad.Dar ..de ce iai pastrat?Totdeauna imi spuneai cat de mult nuti place sa tii asa ceva..Mi sa parut ciudat ca tu sa sa nui arunci
Nervous Meets FashionableWind blows hair across my eyes.Nervous Meets Fashionable9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust me. I'm trying to smile, and I'm trying my absolute best.
Gazes are still locked.
[it doesn't matter, we've lost the key anyway]
dolly dolly dolly,
the best isn't ever good enough.
The cliche love of walking on the beach has turned into a real mind hater.
I swear, I could look out over the water and see my heart sinking.
[The moon might illuminate the drowning scene.