A writer’s heart, a poet’s heart, an artist’s heart, a musician’s heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world…
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A writer’s heart, a poet’s heart, an artist’s heart, a musician’s heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world…
Alice Walker (via wordsnquotes)
I saw graduating from UCSD as a stage in life. A qualification on a resumé, or a foundation of skills and knowledge, though I deeply and humbly recognize its blessing and absolute privilege. In some ways, it still hasn't set in, and in others it has, but what I've come to realized is that I very damn well worked hard, and so have my parents. And, it's okay to recognize and accept an accomplishment. Despite how long it takes me to get to my dream career, I just have to put in the work and be patient. The reality is that life is trial and error, and I'm still going to fall time and time again. And, I will break and mend. And, I will be terrified again and again, but I have to keep standing up. I am grateful for my mentors who've pushed me and remind me of my responsibilities and capabilities. For the love of my friends despite distance or how often I see them. And, most importantly, the unwavering love of my family, and especially my mother. Here's to the last five years of sweat, tears, and blood (in that order). The years where I pushed myself out of my comfort zone time and time again, when I at a point spread myself so thin that I didn't recognize the person in the mirror, where I broke and mended (like bones: stronger, of course). Where I reevaluated who I am and who I want to be, and who I want in my company. Where I learned and grew, and got scratched and bruised with every fall. Where I, as the Japanese proverb says, fell seven times and stood up eight. Where I learned that it's good to fall, because it gives you perspective. Here's to being a proud daughter of immigrants, a writer, and a visible Muslim woman in Trump's America. The first revelation of The Quran was "Iqra," translated as "read" or "recite," an action and a command. I guess some could say I took it a bit too literally, earning a degree in Literature and Writing, but you know what? Maktoob. (It's written.)
If you lost against your toxic desires and end up asking Him to make you a better you, He loves you. If the moon shines upon your tears on your insomniac nights, He loves you. If the Sun is still heartwarmingly bright for your eyes lost in void, He loves you. If you can still go back to Him for forgiveness, He loves you. If you sit to talk to Him without opening your mouth and letting your soul speak the truths, He loves you. If you meet the two angels on your left and right, 5 times a day, He loves you. If death crosses your mind and ask Him for more time to get things right, He loves you. If He keeps your shattered heart together, He loves you. If you’ve been knocking on every door and no one opened it, He will always leave His door open, He still loves you. If you vent to Him about things He told you not to get attached to, He loves you. If you pray for others first rather than for yourself, He loves you. If you begged someone to stay for the sake of love but in the end let them go for His sake, He loves you. If your stubborn heart softens of the thought about Him, He loves you. He loves you.
13 Signs that الله loves you. (via zaytoena)
Palestinians in Bethlehem hold vigil outside Church of the Nativity for those killed in Beirut and Paris attacks
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Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore.
Richard Siken, “Saying Your Names” (via man-eatingcat)
The active voice: Jane ate the cookie.
The passive voice: The cookie was eaten by Jane.
The passive-aggressive voice: I don't mind that Jane ate the cookie, even though it was her second cookie and the rest of us only got one each.
Successful writers are not the ones who write the best sentences. They are the ones who keep writing. They are the ones who discover what is most important and strangest and most pleasurable in themselves, and keep believing in the value of their work, despite the difficulties.
Bonnie Friedman (via writetothestars)
It’s only in the Autumn where I can take breaths that make me want to take more breaths… I will always enjoy the grey solemn solitude of this season that grows darker and colder, day by day.
Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via litverve)
You see their eyes flooding with tears for they recognized the truth.
Surat Al-Mā’idah (The Table Spread), ayat 83. (via herthoughtfulsimplicities)
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What poetry books would you recommend
Sylvia Plath, “Ariel” and “The Colossus and Other Poems”
Margaret Atwood, “Morning in the Burned House” and “Interlunar”
Richard Siken, “Crush” and “War of the Foxes”
Linda Gregerson, “Prodigal: New and Selected Poems”
Anne Carson, “If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho” and “Nox”
W. B. Yeats, “The Collected Poems”
E.E. Cummings, “100 Selected Poems”
T. S. Eliot, “The Waste Land and Other Poems”
Louise Glück, “Averno”
Carol Ann Duffy, “Mean Time”
Adrienne Rich, “The Dream of a Common Language”
“Some Desperate Glory: The First World War the Poets Knew”
Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers”
Jeanann Verlee, “Said the Manic to the Muse” and “Racing Hummingbirds”
Elisabeth Hewer, “Wishing for Birds”
Scherezade Siobahn, “Father, Husband”
I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. it needn’t be much, just a spark. a spark can set a whole forest on fire. just a spark. save it.
Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)
Hello. Here is a video of a toddler being cheered up by her squeaky shoes.
That is all. Goodbye.