Shame From the Past
No one I know
Really understands
At all and it seems
My faith was horribly
Misplaced
And now I feel so alone
And
Lost.
But maybe,
In this confused
Melancholy rant
It was me who
Didn’t understand.
Shame From the Past
No one I know
Really understands
At all and it seems
My faith was horribly
Misplaced
And now I feel so alone
And
Lost.
But maybe,
In this confused
Melancholy rant
It was me who
Didn’t understand.
As salam Alikum Readers
I got nominated for a liebster award thanks to Rayeesa Tabassum, please check out her nice blog A Muslimah’s writings
Here are the rules :
1. How do you find time for blogging? When I can’t sleep I write
2. What is the best part about blogging? Expressing my thoughts
3. What did you gain from your blog? A place to express my emotions its a outlet
4. What do you wish to gain from your blog in future? Maybe I’ll turn it into a paperback book.
5. What marketing/promoting tips worked for you best? Still learning on this , use Facebook and twitter
6. Which are your favorite Islamic blogs? I have to choose? There are so many good blogs I can’t choose , sorry I read them all.
7. What have been your biggest achievements in the field of writing? Still waiting for that to happen
8. What is your aim in life? To raise well behaved happy Muslim children
9. What are your favorite Muslim magazines, publications and websites? Oh no not again! I read them all , I don’t choose favorites, I love reading .
10. Who are your favorite Muslim authors? I can’t choose , I will say that I’ll read any book once .
11. What is one advice you want to give to newbie bloggers? Keep going even when it doesn’t seem like you have a following.
11 random facts:
I am nominating the following 11 blogs
My 11 Questions are;
As Salam Alikum Readers
I was nominated for a liebstar award by
I would like to say thank you and that your blog is fun and lovely to read .
So here goes these are the simple rules :
The 11 questions I was asked are:
Here’s 11 random facts about me
Blogs I nominate are :
My 11 Questions are;
Stained Face
Tears you cannot see,
It’s a me that I hide
No one sees inside covered up and bound up
I am not truly free
Everyone thought I was happy
The only things they ever seen
The joy on the outside not the real me
He came and took it away the unseen strife and pain
Now a true joy begins to stream down my tear stained face.