Manal Younus

Poetry&Visuals manalyounuspoetry.com F/I:@manalyounus

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“This body of work was inspired by the desire to shift preconceived notions regarding Holy imagery. It is rightfully noted that it is rare to find Black people portrayed as Holy entities. May you find divinity in your Melanin, as we reclaim our narrative. This is the New Era.”

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‘The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole?’  ‘I’ll tell you when we get there!’ 

This is the most wonderful time of day. Not because of it’s beauty, but because it is when the sun is setting that we hope to savour it. This is when the kids gather by the borehole playing games, beating drums. It is when we, the women all come with empty buckets and cylinders to fill the water tanks for each household, to last the night and the morning. It is in these moments that we show love, to a force of nature that loves us unconditionally.

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Reminder of the day: faith doesn’t change your situation, it changes you. It gives you the tools you need to grow into the person you need to be to handle what ever struggle is handed to you. Thank you Zimbabwe. The days spent by your border have been filled with creativity and conversations of depth. SubhanAllah. Instagram @manalyounus to see more

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SubhanAllah. No matter how often I gaze up at them or fly amongst them, I am still mesmerised by the magnificence and mystery of clouds. Still emotional every time they pass my window, dancing beneath the feat of Allah and telling stories that I may never truly understand. ☁️

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I watched my grandmother weave She’d sit on the concrete Her henna covered soles Pressing down on the plaited la­­­­­kha reeds Smooth beneath her foot

I watched her weave her story With patience, precision the wit of a woman Her fingers tangled in the loose ends Leading them in and out of each other

I would try to keep up She would whisper in my mother tongue, ghes beli - don’t rush Then share with me wisdom from our history She, illiterate Only had her memories And what her own hands could conceive

I watched her weave ­­­­ Tales of contentment and longing defeat and glory Seeped into the braided reeds

I watched her weave ­­­­ With absolute conviction That my own roots were captured in these interwoven contradictions

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A LOVE LETTER Poem by @manalyounus 🎙 Producing and Styling by @ntombimoyo Threads by @homie.com.au Hair & Makeup @lidiyakaplunmakeup Models @alex.a.n.d.r.e @ye_nzi @odnalla @thr33axis @glodybondolee

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