This Place

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Every place I’ve stayed in or been to gives rise to certain feelings. Often, I subconsiously relate places to objects, colours and certain words. (Is that some sort of synesthesia?)

This is one of those poems, about one particular place.

 

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Hate Speech and Intolerance

20190331_120214.jpgLiving in a world where inclusion is withering by the day and hate crimes and intolerance have become the norm, it is important for us to remind ourselves of the importance and power of empathy and kindness.

While it may seem like tyrannical forces can crush empathy easily, the truth is that only the things planted in empathy survive at the end.

Your words can change the course of a person’s life, for the better or for worse. If you look without prejudice, you’ll only find yourself in everyone.

Weigh your words before you say them.

Ask yourself

“Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?”*

-Saadia

* source: hadith

Art in the background by Jenna Bowlercooke

Being Present.

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Just a little reminder to stay here, be in the now, love the present for what it is, you’ll never have it again. Take a minute, be grateful, today is all we have.

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Art by @mind.drawing on Instagram.

 

– Saadia

A Torch In The Night

IMG_20171231_132642_625.jpgShe looks at fireworks
And the child in her resurfaces
I watch her, my stomach twisting
And despair creeping up my throat
She’s silhouetted against the night
And the skyline of this city
She’s beautiful
And I am afraid
For her, for what comes next.
She’s the torch in the night
And I run my way back
Skipping a step at the stairs
To the dark that feels familiar.
She’s alive
And I envy her
She’s brimming with delight
And I feel like my insides
Are burning and curling
I run my way back
So that I don’t run into decay.

~Saadia

People

DMbokAoXkAIhQqw.jpgThere’s this girl, alive, mad and a masochist, all rolled into one. Her eyes are amber, brooding, and her scars, they run a bit too deep.

I’ve looked just enough to burn and frey at the seams
There’s another girl, pale skin, gold and cedar haired , with topaz eyes that remind me of summer sunrises. She is the living example of how an ideal person should balance life. But the other day I saw parallel cuts across her arm and wondered if anyone had it easy at all.
There’s this other girl, so different for everyone else, she is like the night sky when it is dipped in clouds, veins and tendrils of grey and ivory threating to overcome the sky; she is the moon that preserves beauty when at midnight the world looks like an unending slate of obsidian but she is also the thunder that cleaves the world apart. I wonder when she’ll learn of her own power.

– Saadia