I look up crookedly, just a bum on the street but I can still see the things you don’t think I can see – the steps you take, the role you play the stride with which you walk makes its way deep into the recesses of my heart, out through every tear, every drop the … More “Love on the Street” by Ayesha F. Hamid
Fairies and fireflies, a neon garden of delight, a spinning vortex circling till the end of time.
Immutable rules govern our world such as the law that no matter the time or space in which it occurs, evil committed by humans against other human beings leaves its mark, and that regardless of the amount of time it takes, the truth will always surface. These ideas, as well as others, are explored in … More A Book Review of “I Am Terezin” by Ayesha F. Hamid
You can trust the misfits more than people who are cool, the ones who always fit in, able to change skins like chameleons on catwalks.
Whenever you are dismayed, your heart steering you towards hating people who betrayed try to grasp at any shred, any thread that you can use to find your way back to the fount of forgiveness to the freedom that is love.
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When you thought you could stop caring for people who never cared for you, but then realize you will always care because that is what you do, as long as your heart beats and red blood pushes forward and through into your body into your mind, a kaleidoscope of care and concern, your heart filled … More “True Friend” by Ayesha F. Hamid
The cold December frost made my teeth chatter involuntarily as I came out of Kroger’s grocery store. I remember I needed red and green lace for my second grade social studies project, which would depict various holiday themes of the season. Hurrying through the parking lot, I searched for the cream-colored Chevrolet. It was so … More “Winter Freeze” by Ayesha F. Hamid
The eighteen wheeler drives by red, green, and blue on the sides speeding on, screeching at turns, causing a fear of life, a fear of death, a feeling which turns as the wheels turn as the sounds drill down, deep into marrow before hitting the ground. The truck passes, the sound dims so all the … More “Fear” by Ayesha F. Hamid
I wish I didn’t think of you every time I ate ice cream but I’m reminded of the ritual of dinners on Fridays, and the ice cream afterwards. If only vanilla or strawberry had sufficed, we wouldn’t have had that fight. We could have continued to talk and laugh and thrive, a whole world left … More “Simplicity” by Ayesha F. Hamid