Tools of violence

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Oh sickening spirit.. Leave me.. I beseech thee.

I see a spirit so independent and true,Fighting within fortunes so similar A life path through the challenging bush, But dissimilar too, the essence of our awkward roots, a legacy that we inhabit, yet to given To be seen to take fruit. This wandering mind, anguishing in hells your imagination could barely reside in, Your [...]

NaBloPoMo #11: An Unconventional Love Story – Part II (working title)

I am Ayesha. I am a Muslim and I am going to blow this stinking joint wide open.  To use an old turn of phrase, that no kid these days would even know of. Mind you they don't know crap these days. Not my name, not my background. Not even Muslim. No spirituality. All festering, [...]

#NaBloPoMo #7: Masculinity

For making Saag Paranthas when mum got sectioned, For letting my small legs dance and showering us with affection, For the long walks to get us out of the house, For helping us all get rid of that pesky mouse, For doing the world of a couple alone, For keeping everything light and together at [...]

A lived personal “truth” on mental health and healing.

Emotions that rollercoaster severely often lead those of us between 15- 32 to widely speculate that we are flawed, mentally unstable, unfixable and an absolute failure. From experience, this is what "growing-up" is like for many of us today. As someone with a family of mental health issues I know this burden more than most. Coupled [...]

Existence

Today was a dark day. An oh so weary day. Without dwelling too much into this, today a huge amount of my past was chucked back into my face. As a sensitive person, who tries to empathise and rationalise (oxymoronic I know), I'm left at the end of this day still processing not just my [...]