When I learned it was okay to talk about my feelings

It was like a bottle that hadn’t be opened in generations fell on the floor 


Don’t tell me I’m overreacting  

I struggle to understand,

how I’ve blossomed from someone quiet,

shy, don’t do that 

Don’t talk to boys, don’t stay out,

It’s 12 a.m. I’m waiting for the train 

Relationships broke apart, 

no more mama 

“You’re no longer my daughter”


Killed by diseases 

Called patriarchy 

And power 

I struggle to understand, 

How me 




How we are strangled by arms 

By state,society,men

Other women 

How have women kept running 

I struggle, so much 

It’s 12:30 a.m. the train hasn’t come yet

4 missed calls: baba 

I wonder 

Burning the past 

44 days 
Now that I’ve learned how to move on 

I would like to give you back your 

Journal, I ripped pages out of rage

Your coffee, it was bitter and I was too shy 

To ask for more sugar 

Your pen, actually I’ll keep that 

Give me back my 44 days 

Give me back my poetry 

I was too vulnerable to share 

Forget them, 

I wrote superficially 

And now I’m all regrets

My coffee fell this morning 

I opened my bags, removed papers 

Stained with coffee, 

I explored and found the paper bag

You gave me the present in 

I do not attach myself 

To objects 

Mama taught me that long ago 

Like when she threw out my Mother’s Day

Cards, presents, certificates

She said “just things”

So I threw out the paper bag

You mean very little now 

And in trying to

figure out 

what I lost and gained from

your non-reciprocal love 

I want my 44 days back 

You can have the pen 

Your Muslim Existentialist 

Allow me to rant 

Does anyone ever wonder why they check up on things that don’t bother them anymore to fill this curiosity and then end up regretting it? I’ve said this again and again, humans are so complex. Life is so complex. When you think about things for too long, trying to figure them out, you eventually end up losing even what made sense for a while. I wonder why I’m sad, why I realize that life is short and yet still allow this sadness to take over. Why some days I’m fine and the next I’m not. Why I become so confused, so lost, so uncertain so quickly. Why is life this complex. It could be so easy. They say be aware of your feelings. Feelings are messing me up. When I was cold and didn’t talk about feelings I was fine. I wasn’t sad, I was just functioning like a robot. As long as I did my work I was fine. Now it’s dealing with getting work done and resolving more of the internal. Feelings can’t be done in one night. They can’t be solved. They can’t be resolved. They keep coming back. Awareness messed me up. Self care messed me up. fighting these thoughts and the only way I can do that is by letting go of them. It was all fake, all temporary. Doing things I didnt want to do. Things people told me to do. You’ll feel better if you do this and this. It’s been 1 year since I opened up and starting speaking about how I feel. I should have never done that. I should ignore feelings.  Not feel. Do my work. Perform daily functions, settle, not care, not feel. Feelings mess you up I’m telling you. We advise people to do this and that and yet they still live their lives in recovery. Their whole life is recovering. Their whole life is trying to heal. Constant reminders that they are not there yet. What’s whole in that? What’s humane about that? A life of constant struggle, of people telling you how to take care of yourself, of being tired. Life is so fucking complex. 

Please don’t tell anyone about this 

I don’t tell anyone that I turn on Quran in the car because it helps me feel less alone 

Less able to think, less able to feel 

I don’t tell anyone that I hold on to the last words as the reciter is nearing the end of the Surah 

Before I start to tear

And recite to God to reaffirm me

Whoever told you healing was good was lying 

It’s painful, it’s clutch my heart in one hand, hijab in the other 

It’s begging for healthy healing, it’s god please let this time be healthy healing

I am too concentrated on my prayer that I miss the car coming toward me 

I steer fast 

The Quran starts again 

“what does this mean, God?”

Like eid days 

My white professor remembered my name even though I never spoke up in class, 

“You remembered my name!!” I said, as my face lit up like getting money on eid days. 

*something about having space as a poc*

This too shall pass 

Broken vases, forced marriages, cuts, head on cement, stands of hair on the floor, this is not how mothers act,

This too shall pass

10 missed calls, “you are good for nothing”, regrets, relationships, I didn’t mean it, you did, 

This too shall pass

He left you on read, postponed so many times, one hour meetings, your worth, your self, dismissiveness, capability of being loved,

This too shall pass 

Disappearing, social media, time, space, healing, love, floating, how far am I? 

This too shall pass

Agreements, he’s not seeing anyone, you keep giving, he keeps taking, he’s gone, someone else’s arms, I didn’t love him anyway, 

This too shall pass