She couldn't remember the last time she was hugged. Here he was, asking for one. After she refused what he called a comforting hug from him a week ago, he kept wondering why. And so today, he asked for one. "I won't let you leave if you don't do it", he said. She pleaded, but… Continue reading FRIEND?
Here we are... Here I am. In between lazing around, procrastinating, being generally stupid, unconcerned about important things, I get bouts of realizations... Let's say flashes of thoughts on how immature my actions are and how I should straighten up myself. But being Sadia, do I listen?...well not 80% of the time. Call me headstrong,… Continue reading Practicing Muslim : 1. Gratefulness and My Headstrongness.
Hiding the hurt. Hiding the pain. Hiding the tears that fall like rain. Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but. My skin is aflame. My soul burns from within. The calm on my face is an ongoing sin. I've built up a wall. The world must stay out. My fragile lie will collapse should it… Continue reading Hiding.
Can you look at me, and understand what I feel? Can you look at me, and see what I try to hide. Can you read my lips, so I won't have to say anything? Can you be there when I need you to? Can you just show up, because you feel I'm lonely? Can you… Continue reading Alone