Do not fall in love with a girl who writes

Do not fall in love with a girl who writes
She'll love you through words
She'll express it in her rhymes
But ask her to say it
And she'll deny without trying
She'll feed you love you wouldn't understand
She'll learn the way your lips move
And how your eyes change color in the sun while you sing her love songs
She won't tell you her songs, afraid they'll become yours after you're gone
And she'll keep you safe in her rhymes
Away from the lime light
As she lays down in her bed
With you on her mind
And you'll stay there safe
In the pages of the diary
No matter how you change
She'll keep that love alive
And you'll never know her love
You'll never get those lines
As she only writes them down
And you could never read her mind
Look in those eyes maybe
You'll see the love she hides
Look a little closer
Maybe you'll see the skies
Painted with your name
As she paints your picture
With beautiful words of fame
Do not fall in love with a girl who writes
She'll never ask you to stay
Look into her rhymes
There lies all the words her silence betrays
Do not fall in love with a girl who writes
For there are words she just can't say...

A forgotten autumn dream

A forgotten autumn, when everything was falling apart,
You, your dreams and my heart
Ear deafening screams
Of all the could have beens
Silenced as winter came in
And the world got dark
You and I mourned the death of the spark
Then came summer
With all its heat
I sat on the terrace
Trying to remember your heartbeat
Against my chest as you came
Running to me last spring
Out of breath, your tired eyes hadn't slept for days
Crying oh lord crying!
Setting my heart ablaze
I prayed to god that i never get to see another tear in your eye
So this fall you chose him and bid me goodbye.

And they'll never know
And they don't have to
Slow breathing matching yours
Beneath the moonlight
Under the stars
In the woods behind the fence
We made our way away from the rest
The long branches hiding our place
We move them aside and make our way
A river of diamonds and dreams and memories
The still waters pause time for eternity
You look at me and I look at you
And suddenly the stars don't even matter anymore
That's where I was and that is where I will be
In those woods and the air they hold
Hiding our story
A story that'll never be told...

The world is dying and we are still fighting over who is to be blamed

I watched in awe as the houses blew in front of their eyes and the little kids still had the faith to say ALLAHU AKBAR. There are no houses now. Just debris of forgotten people and dreams. The tired eyes wait for it to end while we sit and watch. And ignore. Because we have better things to worry about like tonight's dinner or the sale in the shopping mall. We have bigger reasons to cry about like not having the latest iphone and how your boyfriend wouldn't text you back. You sit for dinner with a table full of people and complain about the food being a little too spicy and how your siblings are such an annoyance and how your parents are always fighting and how you can't wait to move out, while the four year old boy is already a parent taking care of his little sister, wondering where his parents are?
We watch and we ignore because well, it isn't happening to us, or around us. They suffer and endure and have faith. And we sit and complain and complain and complain. Today as you read this, I want you to think about all the blessings that you take for granted, I want you to think about all the times you complained like you were entitled to royalty, like you earned all of it. I want you to take a moment to say Alhumdulillah for all the blessings that you have and many others don't, not because they are bad people, but because Allah chose them for that test. I want you to realize how lucky you are to have a home to go to and people you can call family. We all need a little reminder every once in a while so I hope this is it . I urge everyone who reads this to take two minutes out of their ever busy schedule to pray for Aleppo and if not that, I hope that tonight when you sit for dinner there's a sincere sense of gratitude for having everything you never asked for, everything you probably don't even deserve.

-Bushra Shaikh

And sometimes she would just look at the sun and smile, like you would smile at an old friend, like they had a secret of their own. I was almost jealous but mostly curious. Maybe it wasn't about the sun, maybe it was a memory the sun witnessed and I didn't. Maybe they remininsed it every once it a while. Or maybe she just loved sun sets. I'll never know. But the when she looks at it, it's like the time has paused for her little moment. For that little moment her smile is genuine. It holds all the innocence in the world. And sometimes we all need moments like those. To breathe. To remember. To be human.