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Letter to my father

Dear dad, I write this letter, not knowing whether or not you will wake up to read it. I’ve always said that mom taught me to be human, but you taught me to be a man. You taught me that family is the most important thing any person can have. That family is the only place you can offer forgiveness and the idea of “chances” doesn’t apply. I have been a good man, or so I can believe, but I believe I…

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Letter to my son

To my son, It is said that to raise a boy is easier than to raise a girl. However, while I am without knowledge or experience, I testify against that statement. This life will be a difficult one for you. One that is filled with tests of a moral and ethical point. You are the extension of my care and protection. However, my boy, my beautiful boy, you are not limited to my name or the name of our…

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Sparks

It has been a while since I got back to writing. Months to be precise. These past months have been taxing, with July taking the prize for the worst month of this year. Yet here I stand before you; open handed and with all things laid bare. Four months ago, I was one to write fervently. Filling notebooks, this blog, and even letters with my incessant writing. Four months ago, I would inventively…

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Parents.

There is no task more daunting, unenviable, or distressing than that of a parent. The day you become one as though having a gun thrust into your arms, a helmet placed on your head, and marching orders to protect the human being you have brought into this life. A task that, with its difficulties, is plagued by constant judgement; be it from your superiors, peers, or inferiors. Parenthood would be…

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Father's Letters.

My response to a dream I had. Enjoy, and retweets would be very appreciated :)

First let me say that these letters are a simple pouring of emotion based on a dream I had of beautiful beings that came to call me “dad”. No, I am not married and I am not a father, but Allah-willing one day, I hope to be so.

My son,

My boy who I have yet to name, yet to know. There is already so much I want to tell you, but even more that scares me about you. The friends you’ll make, the women…

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Father's Letters.

Father’s Letters.

First let me say that these letters are a simple pouring of emotion based on a dream I had of beautiful beings that came to call me “dad”. No, I am not married and I am not a father, but Allah-willing one day, I hope to be so.

My son,

My boy who I have yet to name, yet to know. There is already so much I want to tell you, but even more that scares me about you. The friends you’ll make, the women…

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Closure.

9th grade and I was 15 years old, I still remember it as if it was yesterday. Start of a new school year and with it came new faces; one of them tall, skinny and mushroom styled hair. Instantly, I disliked that face. Life went on and the boiling pot of secondary school student social life continued; until one day I get a tap on my shoulder as I’m listening to my favorite band followed by the…

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Messages In A Time Of Crisis.

I hope you enjoy this, and share it if you do. Thank you for reading.

“…for within the hollow crown

That rounds the mortal temples of a king

Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear’d and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour’d thus Comes at the…

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Messages In A Time Of Crisis.

“…for within the hollow crown

That rounds the mortal temples of a king

Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear’d and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour’d thus Comes at the…

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Beauty in Madness

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Old pieces of creative writing. I hope you enjoy.

06:43 PM, March 15th, 2017

A slow dance of wicked thoughts;

The deepest embraces with a face;

Twisted, cracked and yet, beautiful;

As every morn, like others;

I plaster my face with skin-colored make up;

Invisible to others, yet always so visible to me;

Emanating from within, a hum;

Gradual, low pitched, almost whispers, yet persistent;

I plug my…

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Scarred.

"A Still Mind" Give it a read if you've got the time. I hope you enjoy it and it in some way helps you. Thank you.

We permit a multitude of people to enter our lives. Lovers, friends, acquaintances and even family. We permit them to cross the threshold of our inner homes, to look at the pictures on the walls of our memory, read through pages of our deepest fears. Then with a spark of an emotional flame, a match is lit and the house burns down.

Every fallen structure rebuilt from the ground up, but some of us…

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A Still Mind.

We are all on a journey in life. A pathway that we walk regardless of age, sex, faith or race. We enter this path with unending hope that one day we will be at the destination we sought in our deepest dreams. The journey we continue on tirelessly every day. A journey to find a still mind.

Ironically, we may find such stillness performing acts of seemingly loud chaos. Others may find stillness inn…

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Scarred.

Go ahead if you've got the time to give it a read.

We permit a multitude of people to enter our lives. Lovers, friends, acquaintances and even family. We permit them to cross the threshold of our inner homes, to look at the pictures on the walls of our memory, read through pages of our deepest fears. Then with a spark of an emotional flame, a match is lit and the house burns down.

Every fallen structure rebuilt from the ground up, but some of us…

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Scarred.

We permit a multitude of people to enter our lives. Lovers, friends, acquaintances and even family. We permit them to cross the threshold of our inner homes, to look at the pictures on the walls of our memory, read through pages of our deepest fears. Then with a spark of an emotional flame, a match is lit and the house burns down.

Every fallen structure rebuilt from the ground up, but some of us…

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Moments of Self.

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I was asked a thought-provoking question yesterday:

“What moments in your life helped you realize yourself more?”

I was lost for words. The question seemed too broad and difficult to grasp at. However, as I thought more on it in the back of my mind; I came to the understanding that the question is defined as where I had “moments of self”

A moment where I understood myself more than I ever could.…

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Moments of Self.

I was asked a thought-provoking question yesterday:

“What moments in your life helped you realize yourself more?”

I was lost for words. The question seemed too broad and difficult to grasp at. However, as I thought more on it in the back of my mind; I came to the understanding that the question is defined as where I had “moments of self”

A moment where I understood myself more than I ever could.…

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