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[revolutionizethesoul]

a song for you…

[revolutionizethesoul]

My first “release”, Tasbih of Fatimah.

* Available on all streaming platforms.

This is a poem I wrote in 2020, produced by the incredible, @jameschappellmusic & Moël.

Looking forward to sharing this with you all, it’s been a long time coming. At some point I was reluctant to share this- my poetry has transformed drastically since I wrote this, it’s a very vulnerable piece etc. But it brings me peace when I do listen to it, I hope you can relate and find tranquility here, too.

[revolutionizethesoul]

[elhaammagazine]

“Do not rejoice at wealth and luxury, nor dread poverty and ordeal; for verily gold is tested by the fire and the believer is tested by an ordeal.”

— Imam Ali (a.s.), Ghurar al-Hikam, no. 10394

[revolutionizethesoul]

[revolutionizethesoul]

i’ve lent myself to the breeze. it’s lent itself to me. break my back to see future when i can’t even bare to look at myself in a mirror. i tumble. a sign of fall. this time last year i was confused. ghost of self. this year i am breeze. harnessing self to sky. only aim to feel the trees. storms can come. i will arrive too, eventually.

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from "Heritage", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[muslimahreminder]

[parsabad]

Sheykh safi tomb/ Ardabil/ Iran

Photography: elham nazari

[revolutionizethesoul]

my mother will never know how much i love her.

[moonstoast]

—mothers

ijeoma umebinyuo // hyatt moore // class of 2013 by mitski // i, tonya (2017) // ? // gustav klimt // ? // lady bird (2017) // i remain in darkness by annie ernaux

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.]

[moonstoast]

letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis

[wedarkacademia]

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief

[revolutionizethesoul]

[revolutionizethesoul]

forgive me for these sins

i am made of forgetfulness

thoughts floating

language escapes

you know my intentions

even when i don’t know me