Honestly Imperfect

Haniya Malik, sharing personal thoughts from an honest place. Written by an imperfect person , which is a trait we all have in common.

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Sensitivity Training #mentalhealth #poetrybyHaniya #allisntfairinlove #poem

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Carried Through #poem #poetrybyHaniya #mama #ami

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Loss and Gain

Loss, you come to everyone

and feel as though your grief is unnatural 

unreal

Your impact so severe

it is alarming to believe

that you are an experience

expected

for all to endure 

Gain, you come in the form of a blessing

people anticipate you

pray for you

hope that your are near

However, when you come after a loss

you feel funny

you are important, don't get me wrong

but you come with an aftertaste

of what it will be like when you too are gone

Life after loss

is not without gratitude

the attitude 

towards a gain

isn't bleak

It is true

initially I was guarded about you

still committed to being open

I was able

to laugh

love

be in the moment

but my gains still feel funny

When loss becomes reality

the gain is coupled by a sense of knowing

in advance

what it will be like to lose it all

Funny feeling

I am teaching myself to coexist with you

you no longer are considered a fear

you are extra knowledge

you lurk around

like an elephant in the room

As I acknowledge the elephant

I can feel the funny in my gains

without fear

when you lose what you love

and keep loving anyway

you are hyperaware

vulnerable to grieve again

but thank you gain

you fill my cup

You will leave me, but I love you anyway. 

-Haniya

July 14th, 2014

[heyfranhey]

I want to be remembered as someone who was sincere. Even if I made mistakes, they were made in sincerity. If I was wrong, I was wrong in sincerity. I can deal with a person who was wrong, as long as they were sincere.”

Malcolm X (via cosmiclovetsunami)

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Tomorrow

Unknown  Uncertainty  is all that is known to me Confidence isn't in a thing or a plan it is in a belief all other things are beautiful, but weak today I face the lurking unknown with an armor of belief a real and tough sense of what the hidden can bring you don't consume me Tomorrow  I'll greet you

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A Love Letter to Abu

A love letter to Abu, You built your bricks cemented secured formed a haven a space to laugh in hysterics with you grow freely in our home the investment that kept giving gentle, never forceful lover, greeting me with smiles loyal, like a dependable supporter man of principle, steering in the right direction you always ask for nothing suppress your complaints like the Prophet in the way you help your wife with excellence an art the way you spice my breakfast Provider of joy of peace of intellegence providing beyond the basics Each day I plan I strive to model your zest for life With love, Your little Hano

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The benefits of being back home: I get to find my random artwork from high school. #abandonedart #drawing #whenIusedtohavetimetodraw

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"Our masjid, the Muslim Community of Knoxville, just paid $120,000 to renovate the sisters side - ONLY. The brothers’ side is still old, and very much in need of a renovation. But we did the sisters’ side first, and now - on their side - it looks like the masjid from Pottery Barn/Restoration Hardware mashallah.” Photos submitted by Abdelrahman Murphy, TN

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*snapsnapsnap* thank you FINALLY some priorities around here ! 

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Thank you to all those cultivating creativity. I agree with this sentence. #creativemindsmatter

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Remember My Place

Time and time again

I have to know my place

I can be empowered

but

I know my place

I want to keep my mouth shut

my opinion doesn't always matter

this isn't low self esteem

just taming 

the ego

that inflames online

around people we love

or with strangers

I want to learn from restraint

and raise my voice when 

welcomed

sought

or in time of dire need

waving our opinions around

like the wag of a finger

only brushes and nicks people in the face

As I reserve my words

instead of dragging this piece

I try to recall

my place

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Youngest Child Syndrome

Being the youngest of my family I always despised how much parents love the kids that have left the nest. I thought it felt unfair because we should treat people that live with each other with that appreciation. 

When I was about to get married I knew that shift was about to happen to me. I had prepped my mom to please treat me the same when I visit. I thought the distance made them all appreciate each other more and being the last to leave the nest that imbalance bothered me. I didn't want to be treated differently.

but NOW I GET IT!! It isn't that the distance and age is making you more lovable. It is that when you have your own home you are working hard the way you mom does, but for someone else. Even though your mom and dad are the ones that did it for you your whole life when you visit home they are STILL the ones that let you be a bum and take a break. So they continue doing what they always do except with a happier spirit. I get it guys. Im not the frustrated youngest child anymore. I understand that when you are spending all this time to please others we crave a break. 

Your parents deal with the bumming for so many yrs and when you come visit as grown adults they do it with even more enthusiasm. That carefreeness and place of total relaxation only is happening there. I GET IT EVERYONE sorry for my previous youngest chid syndrome view. lol

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Ami and Abu, You Impact us For Life!

This past father's day was also my Mother's birthday. Our family gets to celebrate both parents on this day, poor Mom! 

We tried a great exercise as their kids that hopefully was a full circle moment for our parents. 

We shared with them as adults what major life lesson we learned by being raised by our mother and one by being raised by our father. 

Their differences really brought balance and covered such a wide range of lessons. 

[najeebasyeedmiller]

My beloved daughter, today five years ago, on this day you came into this world. Since that day, every moment has been full of life and you’ve never failed to make our days burst with joy.

Know that you come from a line of strong women. Your great-grandmother a poet in the Valley of...

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Nightly Wrapup

Rise up  seek comfort in skin and with ur given exterior with comfort buckle in and reach out of your comfort -reminder to self for a productive AM.  Peace!!

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Packing and giving all the #Masala to my mom in law.

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Pakistanis have the right to be upset with results, but the goal should be PROGRESS not overnight change. I smell progress in #pakistan. My heartbroken people please don't be discouraged. Your courage and action brought progress not perfection.

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Blooming #tea