The little brown girl

Mi hi, MuslimahsABlaze, SoloBlazes

This story is about the little brown girl
Who never realized how beautiful her golden skin was.

She lived her life believing,
Every single day,
That she would never be defined as beauty

She never thought to look carefully, and deeply at every inch of herself
At every single speck on her skin
At every shade of color, that made her who she was

She could not bother

Society was always right
They had labeled her skin as

I Write…

Mi hi, MuslimahsABlaze, Uncategorized

I write when I am happy

I write when I am sad.

I write when I feel like crying and I know that there would be no one who would really listen and understand the echoes in my head.

I write to calm down my <!–more–>mind’s vivid imagination; if I wouldn’t write, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night.

And mostly, I write for my sanity.

My writings are my therapy. They are the reason I can stay calm when everything around me is crashing and nothing is going too well. It helps me understand myself better and all the jumbled thoughts that are running around in my head – it helps create an order.

I question every thought in my brain, and I need to write to find answers.

The shoulder to lean on that everyone talks about ? -That’s my writings for me.

At the end of day, when nothing is going well and words cannot come out of my mouth, I know that I can always go back and just write. In order to share, explian all of the things that I believe in; with the people who would actually love to listen. And when days come by where words escape me from my mind and heart, I read and listen to others hearts.

Writing and reading are just beautiful. They show you, that impacts can be made with silence too.

When I write, I use my mind and my heart, they work together in such unison to create a perfect balance. It’s a complete definition of pouring one’s heart out.

I just love writing.

It’s beautiful how when one reads something, they interpret it in the situation they are in at that moment; in their own perspective. When you read someones writing, you are forced to listen, concentrate and understand. And it touches you, deep in your heart, because you feel exactly the emotions that one was going through.

I know that when I read what I write now, ten years later; I will read everything from a very different perspective. It will be a different feeling, listening to the emotions that ‘were’- creating a sense of nostalgia, for the person I was.  Because writing is timeless.

You could say I write for selfish reasons. I do it for myself completely.

Illusions

Mi hi, SoloBlazes

“Everything is just temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it” _Anonymous

I’ve been trying to figure things out and itching to write about this for a long time but I’ve been putting it off because I did not know what to title it. I finally came up with ‘Illusions’ and I thought… Why not?

Every day I see things and I inwardly laugh to myself and at myself for all the things that are happening, and I’m like what are we even doing?

Living our lives like there will always be tomorrow or even the next hour