Just a freestyle poem... what ya'll think

She speaks but you can’t hear
Every word unspoken she’s been sincere
Forgiven those that have hurt
And stabbed her back
Kindness she shares but emotion she lacks
There’s no more space to feel like this
No she doesn’t have time to reminisce
Of the good old days yet they were few
All the past thoughts she had
Made her more confused
... Never have you seen her cry
Pouring out her heart in the smile…
Yet she’s trapped deep inside
in her thoughts she tends to hide
She speaks but you can’t hear
Have you even tried
As you went about your day
She sits in a glass house of solitare confinement
And sometimes she just…she just....
Wants to get away
From the silence
She speaks but you can’t hear
Yet every word you thought were not spoken
She said... if only you tried...to listen
You would have heard
It was loud and clear…

Love....and other things that resemble it...

want a love like this....




Be here done that...

I'll be back

I know I haven't written anything in a while... Don't worry I have a lot to say. lol. Just been busy with work. So if anyone is out there reading this... I'l be back! (in my terminator voice) lol

Hopeless Romantic

I think of the possibilities of what could be if I let my guard down and when I do i don't know if it's concrete so I back down. when i show affection I get scared of that and when I think I should stay to myself hopeless romance are the thoughts I have left. I can dream of your face, the look in your eyes, the smell of your hair, the way one would embrace and I sigh. The walks in the park and the games we would play. running like children and love in that puppy love way. I'm a hopeless romantic and so I wait. to let my guard down and my heart is yours to take.

My Other Hobbies

So besides writing and living life I started making my own brooches. I tend to decorate my hijabs in brooches and I said... Why not make my own instead of paying an arm and a leg for them at the store. Though I have started purchasing them from the thrift store before they are usually one of a kind. Well, why not make my own one of a kind brooches. Decorate a suit, a blouse and yes a hijab. :)

So here are a couple I am starting off with. One of them aren't completed yet I need to add some dangly thinking on to them. But for the most part... this is ONLY THE BEGINNING :)

What do ya think???

The Mercy of Allah

So let me tell you what just happened... I was walking home from the 7 eleven (had to get a money order) and as I as walking the thunder and lightening started... and it was getting louder and the drizzle that had started was turning to full blown rain. This car pulls up behind me driving out of the Bank of America ATM drive threw and as I cross the street she winds down the window and yells do you need a ride sister. I turned around and saw a sister in hijab and I would normally said I'm ok maybe out of pride or because you grow up knowing you don't get in cars with strangers I said yes... I would like to have a ride. I got in the car and gave her Salaams and a hug and I put my trust in Allah. She and I gabbed on for 10-15mins in a 2 minute car ride. She was so nice and sweet. She reminded me of an friend I had that I never met before. It was one of those things that you just know this is a good person. Sitting in the parking lot in her car which reminds me of mine (no air condition) we joked about it and my car and how we stick to the car lol. It was so fun just to talk to someone and laugh that was on the same level as you. It was one of the best parts of my day I'd have to say. I met a new sister in Islam. You rarely see this in any regular person out here. The Mercy of Allah sent me someone, a good person, to give me a ride and not want anything in return. Just to get me out the rain and take me home. Alhamdulillah May Allah reward her for her good deeds. Ameen.



Another story of my day... I have alot... :)

I was at the Safeway before I was at the 7 eleven to get the money order and they were out of order. So I headed to the Starbucks inside. There was this African guy there from Ghana. He hasn't been here long but we were talking or maybe more so he needed to vent. But I have nothing but time (though I knew the rain was approaching). He was telling me that here in American it is the standard to Multi-task as in his country it would be considered rude. Even to use your left hand would be an insult. But he was doing the opposite of what he was accustomed to and what he feels is wrong because that's what Americans do and he wants to do what they say is "standard" though he doesn't agree with it. I listened to him while telling him how I wanted my Frap.. without whip... he was telling me that its not going to be right if you don't put the whip. I was like I don't like the whip but I do like the chocolate on top. I then told him... It's not about all the time what other people feel is standard sometimes it's about what you feel is right for you. if it's not hurting anyone else. For example I like no whip and lots of chocolate. As I walked away... I told him... Don't let where you are change who you are... he looked at me and said thank you... I told him to have a good day.



It felt good this evening of what happened... I think that I learned alot in the time I spent out the house.

Yes it's hot out...what kind of question it that

Hey people...

So it's hot and sticky out and the shedding of clothing has commenced. I have never been a person to walk around half naked even in my most revealing of days. I guess I was just a little too self conscience to worry about my skin and bones to worry about trying to look sexy when in actuality, I would most likely look like Whitney Houston on crack. Long skinny legs are not always appealing. I don't think I became comfortable in my own skin until recently... ironically I started to cover up now that I have become more comfortable to even show my legs and arms.

So today I dropped my car off at the local Pepboys to find out why the service engine soon light was on. While standing in line at the Pepboys this lady whom happen to be standing in front of me with her breast poppin out and the skinniest skinny jeans on that enhanced her muffintop is complaining about how hot it is. lol So here I am standing hijab, sleeves, a long dress and she want to talk about hot. I just looked at her. (end of 1st issue)

While I walk home from Pepboys in the heat with my trusty Susan Komen Cure Umbrella to block the sun I enter into my complex... happy to have made it here with the sweat dripping down my back I see this girl walking towards me. She sees me and turns around and goes a different direction I figure because she forgot the rest of her clothing, before she turns around she starts to tugg at her "dress". She had on a "dress" though it looked more like a shirt. It was fitted and it stopped right at her crease line you know... where the draws would normally stop at under your cheeks. I was wondering as i walked down the street and made it to the corner she disappeared around (where did she go as there is only 1 way out the neighborhood) what happen to wearing clothes. I mean she might as well just walked out with just her draws on made it easy on her self and everyone else. I mean. I'm just saying...

People always ask me "Aren't you hot?" I look at them and wonder why would I want to look like a hoochie off the pole... I think to myself...Hell is hotter. I'd rather keep covered up.

Irronically I get more attention from men covered with more respect than I ever did when my hair was uncovered...