The Redness Of my Eyes

Woman.

[noorshirazie]

“…To be silent, to keep myself absolutely hidden, nothing else.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[aishahmalak]

In my country, Goddesses are worshipped In every street corner But we still can’t talk Of rape with our fathers, And what is this Hypocrisy I call my culture? Sex is a sin for unmarried girls But no one claims the kids Born into brothels And I refuse to call this Hypocrisy my culture.

India and Its Darkness by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

There is fear on my lips, My salt has mixed with yours But we cannot Find the words to get us out. We are in this for awhile.

Together by Aishah Malak

[aishahmalak]

And when the war is over, The poems will bleed For the mothers, And when the war is over, The poems will bleed For the Gods.

Seven Decades by Aishah Malak

[aishahmalak]

Hatred was never the goal But look at how much We’ve achieved.

Wars by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

In my country, Goddesses are worshipped In every street corner But we still can’t talk Of rape with our fathers, And what is this Hypocrisy I call my culture? Sex is a sin for unmarried girls But no one claims the kids Born into brothels And I refuse to call this Hypocrisy my culture.

India and Its Darkness by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

Where I come from,some fathers drown their newborn daughters in a pot of boiling milk,and some bury them alive. Let that sink in. And the next time you feel like laughing at women who fight for their rights,think of those daughters. They were breathing,they were real. Before some men decided to laugh at their existence. Please don’t be one of them.

To all the men who laugh at feminists by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

Some families Are too real for sanity.

Empty Dinner Tables by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

Do you sometimes Miss your mother's childhood? Do you sometimes Crave your father's innocence? Do you sometimes Want peace to find them in their sleep? Do you sometimes Want them to go back in time And stay there? No blows, no screams, no knives? No aches where love should be And no hurt where skin should be? Do you want them to Go back to a time when they smiled more?

Me Too by Aishah Malak

[aishahmalak]

A sixteen year old Was getting raped This morning While I was sipping Hot tea and reading An article on Last night’s gang-rape. Here, It happens every twenty seconds.

The World We Live In by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

You’re a woman, Never ever forget Your place, My father says. Stop thinking Like a man, My mother says. Then they ask Me to be proud Of where I Come from. I’ve finally stopped Being proud Of them.

My Place by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

You can return to Poetry like you can Return to your mother, Mostly with memories but Sometimes with Screaming questions That they will never answer.

It's Been Too Long by Aishah Malak

[aishahmalak]

The place you Go to When you have No where left to Go to Is the place Your ghosts call home.

Ghosts And Abandonment by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

[aishahmalak]

I'm back

February was all kinds of horrible but I think I'm feeling like myself again after a long time. I'm sorry I abandoned this blog but I had no choice. I needed time to heal. I missed poetry even in my numbest state and I've realised that words sometimes hurt but very rarely disappoint. Unlike other things in life. Thank you for the messages, I will reply to ALL of them as soon as I can. Hello again. :)

[aishahmalak]

So glad to have found your blog! Your brain works in ways I never even wondered about! Great range of vocabulary and structure to your poems! Beautiful, just beautiful! My favourite has to be 'Fresh Air and Silence'. Thank you, and keep writing lots more!! xx

Thank you so much. Because of you,I'm ending this horrible day with a smile. Thank you. :)

[aishahmalak]

Hatred was never the goal But look at how much We've achieved.

Wars by Aishah Malak

[aishahmalak]

You're an inspiration.

I've been staring at this message for so long. I don't know how to respond. Thankyou sounds stupid. Stupid is my new favourite word,btw. :D