A Poem on Womanhood and A Poem for My Mother
WOMANHOOD My chocolate colored coat smells of arabica coffee beans and samples of perfume bottles I cannot afford yet The linen doesn’t feel secure anymore I am changing along with my wool fabric This is
A Dedication to the Best of Creation
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم Bismillah is the beginning of all things good! My Master Muhammad The Messenger of Allah May Allah’s everlasting blessings and peace be upon You, Your Noble Family and
Mosques and Morning Dreams
A Poetic Series: Words by Shameelah Khan Photographs by Luthfiyyah Rahman The athaan In the early hours of the morning Pulsating through the misty windows Of my mother's house I cry Knowing the Gold
Two Poems
RAMADAN Again, the sweet anticipation The time of gifts A little counts for more A generous time But you are not here It saddens me We did not know We did not think You
For my son, Yaqeen
I give thanks for the gift that you are. I give thanks to Allah for choosing me to be your mother. From the instant that you were born and you looked at me with infinite
The Beauty of this Life
Of the beauty of this life is that nothing lasts forever. There are things that are endless seeming, such as a ten-hour shift on your feet or the count-down to your fourth driver’s license
A Year of Loss
In 2020, I want to find things again… Things like my memory My mother And you. Every time I am in the shower, I end up counting the amount of hair I lose. I
The sun is there for your skin
The sun is there for your skin And the moon for the intimacies of your body And the rain for the qualms in your heart And the Earth for the healing of your past And