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The Blessing of Pain

Of the symptoms associated with heartache is a frantic change in emotion. I am half way through the pangs of sorrow when I stop to breathe. I take it in. The remnant of a tear meanders down my cheek, following a path of the ones that preceded it. And for a moment, I’m too preoccupied with how everything works– the hormones or lack thereof running through my veins, the chemistry of my brain that is causing utter agony: stark magnificence. SubhanAllah. For a second, I laugh hysterically, but the...

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Yellow Leaves

An afternoon last October brought about a particularly breezy day, seasoning the ground with an array of reds, yellows, and browns. But I wasn’t outdoors to enjoy it. Instead, I raced up staircases, through a maze of blindingly lit hallways to my British literature class after praying dhuhr. As I walked in and took a seat, I saw my professor cradling a stack of marked up papers in his arms. They were essays he handed back the week before, giving us a chance to revise them for a better...

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I Run

Atop a shaky mountain, I placed a burden. Oh what a sin, what a sin I have done. When will is weak and heart is hardened, Back to my Lord must I run, shall I run. Far in the distance, far from never ending toil, Far into fields where no soul may find me, I run unprepared, barefoot against damp soil, Leaving the shaky mountain behind me. On a twig, I stumble, I tumble, I fall Face first into the dirt where I belong. I cannot stop now, farther, farther I crawl...

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That Which Turns

I was delayed of making amends When that which turns was turned on end. Now rusted iron bars keep me from free terrain Whilst I remain restrained by my own ball and chain. It pains to count days since I’ve locked myself away. The silence grows louder, echo is solemnly appraised. Until the dead night, when footsteps sound, The fear within me surmounts, abounds. Out of the darkness, a figure walks towards me, Treading lightly at first, but then swiftly, quickly. Shrouded in black, its demeanor intact, It examines...

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Where is Home?

Home. Where is home? I thought of this and only then was I faced with the inevitable. “We’re going to move by the end of the year.” My father’s sudden words temporarily silenced me. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to feel. “Do I have a choice?” I asked, afraid of what I knew he was going to say. “No,” he said quietly. He sensed my pain. He’s seen this look on my face before. But he too, had no choice. I tried...

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Morning After Mourning

A quiet appeal, whispering, waking, Attempting to relieve the self-inflicted aching, Heavy with sleeplessness, I reject any reckoning, Of my conscience, beckoning, beckoning, beckoning. But the attempts of the devil to leave me immobilized Are weaker than the guilt that has me hypnotized, And in that split second, I open my eyes. My soul kindles a flame, summons me to follow, Says, “Leave not the grieving for tomorrow.” The blanket of stars, ever luminescent, I am brought under, By the destroyer of pleasures that wakes me from slumber. I...

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The Lake House

Beyond a forest whence wind whispers, Amidst harmony and her sisters, Among vast land and alluring shadows, Stood a lake house in a deserted meadow. It cried a hymn, a cunning calling, To the one who found it deceiving; appalling, “Thou hast thieved thyself of this, Thou must return and reminisce.” Temptations were of the victim’s least interest, For long has it been defiantly distressed. Never did he intend to return; He cursed the lake house and wished it to burn. In the depths of the darkness it was...

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Three Tears

What’s been said once was unknown, Of tales long sung, long left to roam, To dwell in hearts so new and pure, Such words of man that cease to cure. Tales they created so foolishly, Of merry folk and love set free, So did the people blindly follow, And found only void; their souls hollow. Alas, sorrow has claimed the pain, What was unknown is now explained. And when the morrow came to pass, What was unknown is known at last. Bittersweet was the truth that came, For it...