Liebstar Award Nomination

As Salam Alikum Readers

I was nominated for a liebstar award by

My Creative Hut

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:

1. What is your favorite color? Blues, I can’t just pick one color of blue .
2. How do you define success? when everyone is ok and no one is crying
3. Where do you want to be in 2 years? in two years I would like to have a small bakery.
4. What is your best quality? Always showing up and willing to help out
5. What is your worst flaw? My unpredictable mood swings
6. What is your greatest achievement? Children who are trilingual.
7. What is your life changing moment? When I reverted to Islam 
8. Describe yourself in one sentence. Honest, to caring and very kind.
9. What are you most passionate about? Baking and reading 
10. Why did you start blogging? To share my life lessons and poetry with the world
11. How did blogging help you?As a way to deal with my emotions and feelings.

Here’s 11 random facts about me

1. I always show up early everywhere
2. I wear dark colors and hardly wear bight colors.
3. I don’t buy my own clothes, my sisters in laws or husband buys them and I wear whatever they give me , I don’t care about clothes.
4. I dislike shoe shopping if I had my way I wouldn’t wear shoes
5. I am allergic to Mangoes, Kiwis, Papayas, star fruits, passion fruits passion flowers, blue cheese and most all commercial soaps .
6. I’m afraid of snakes
7. I have lived in 48 of the 50 states in USA and three different countries.
8. I’m the oldest in my family.
9. I have kept a journal since I was 13 years old.
10. I will read any book once , a good book I’ll reread.
11. I was born with a heart condition.

Blogs I nominate are :

Vive Halal

Musings of a muslimah

Mariam’s Journal

Muslimah According to Me

Submit to Allāh ﷻ

Jannah as my Goal

MariamMea

loveforhijab

we3threeblog

itto’s journal

Live Life

My 11 Questions are;

1. How many countries have you lived in?
2. How many states have you lived in?
3. Do you like to cook?
4. What are you afraid of?
5. Do you read book?
6. What was your very first job?
7. How many sisters do you have?
8. How many brothers do you have?
9. Have you lost a loved one?
10. Have you ever had surgery?
11. Can you Crochet?

One Corner

One Corner

One corner in my house remains dark.

There are no cobwebs; there is no dust.
However, it is often visited.

Even lighting the corner was only temporary.

 Eventually the bulb went
out, was forgotten, and never replaced.

One corner in my house remains dark.

Poetry

Poetry

Writing poetry

Using rhyme

Meter

The words flow

In great pose

Overflows onto the page

Excited the poet writes faster

Lines words and soon

The poem is just words on paper

Haunt the dreams of poet

Words once written long ago

Locked in a box

The dreams and hopes of some

Never discovered poet.

 

Copyright ©2005

 

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would
whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find
what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious
writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways
that I felt, Ashamed.
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of
my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain
until it was to late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me and
by not writing, delete me.

 

oh tree

i see your pain standing alone silent as the world whirls by you beating you defeating you moody seasons burning you with sunny smiles then with cold lashes and bitter tongue stripping you bare aging you and you can’t run shackled by roots that hold you still in this hardened ground in this same valley […]

https://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2016/02/16/oh-tree/

Depression Rears

I haven’t been writing 

have had writers block on top of feeling 

hopelesly deeply depressed

I despair being deeply depressed it distresses me

I wouldn’t  want anyone to have to suffer through this dark tunnel filled with various shades of velvety grays of foggy mindnumbing depression 

that deprives of all other emotions 

like being stucked into a vortex without a way out.

  

Poetry

Poetry

Writing poetry

Using rhyme

Meter

The words flow

In great pose

Overflows onto the page

Excited the poet writes faster

Lines words and soon

The poem is just words on paper

Haunt the dreams of poet

Words once written long ago

Locked in a box

The dreams and hopes of some

Never discovered poet.

I stopped writing

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would
whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find
what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious
writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways
that I felt, Ashamed.
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of
my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain
until it was too late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me and
by not writing, delete me.

letter never sent

You promised me everything
Yet
You never gave me anything
But
Pain
Suffering
And hurt feelings
You didn’t care for me this now I can see
You are so selfish all you cared about is staying
in America
You never spent time with me
You don’t know me
If you knew me you would have known I was unhappy
And in pain you would have heard me when I talked to
You, you would have listened and changed
You would have made it right but no selfish you
All you care about is cars, money and yourself
If you cared about me you would have spent time
With me you would have done partner yoga and
Counseling when I asked you to
Instead you left me alone slowly my hopes faded
My dreams died and I cried myself to sleep your famous
last lie was I still love her” you
Don’t love me or care for me if you did you wouldn’t
Have forced me to have anal sex you would have seen
That I was unhappy you would have tried to help but no
You just let me be unhappy
Silently I cry myself to sleep and silently my
Heart crumbles away
The sad thing
Is that I loved you
I still do
I do not feel like a human when around you
You are unhealthy you lead to stress in my
Life
You hurt me ignore me and demean me
I do not want my children to grow up seeing
That
So I have to let you go
I hope you realize that you
LOST!
You lost a faithful loving wife because you
Didn’t care about her
She tried to reach you
But you blocked her out with walls and by
Avoiding her
It doesn’t matter
You don’t care and you will never understand
Her
She was delicate as a leaf in the wind
Strong as a mountain
Brave as a knight
Gentle as a lamb
Sweet as honey
And now she is sad
As a clown crying tears of sorrow
Her tomorrow was shattered and you didn’t Care Allah Hafiz