Emilia, Farah, Baheera, Khadeeja; group discussion. Em: Kades, what are you so caught up with your phone with anyway?! Put that away! We’ve got a project to finish for God’s sake! Far: Yeah! And Lin’s not helping either – she’s not here! Is she coming? Kades: (…) Iera: She’s not? Oh, is she out saving […]

Eif hauled Heich onto his feet. “Look, Heich, you gotta be strong now. Don’t weaken now. Don’t give up, c’mon, you can do this, old chap,” encouraging words started to spew out of Eif’s mouth. A grunt could be heard from the torn and worn out Heich, as he tried to stand on his wobbly […]

Bismillah   I’m losing count Of all the sins that I’ve done I’m losing count Of all the disobediences that I’ve committed I’m losing count Of all the ungratefulness that I’ve shown I’m losing count I’m losing count What comes after a gazillion? I’ve lost count And I’m drowning In my own counting Yet Whenever I open […]

Bismillah Who are the Beautiful ones? They are the ones who smile Even in their sadness.   Who are the Beautiful ones? They are the ones who smile Even when their patience is tested. Who are the Beautiful ones? They are the ones who still smile Even when words of thorns are thrown at them. […]

Bismillah It has been a while. A really long while.  What happened? I wish I have a solid answer for that – but I don’t. There is simply isn’t any simplistic answer. Sigh. I have missed writing. Truly do.  I guess this is me… trying to pick up the pieces again. Hey, I’m back! It might take me […]

Bismillah O dear heart, you will be alright for Ramadhan has prepared you for the fight so go, and face the world with might until the next Ramadhan, hold on tight #Ramadhanpoetry Rayyan Islam

Bismillah Slowly, it turns to gold slowly, broken no more as the blessed month draws to a close, the heart that was once torn, worn, is now reborn. #Ramadhanpoetry Rayyan Islam

Bismillah Oh, how fast time flies… in a blink of an eye it feels only yesterday that you arrived now you are saying goodbye…   #Ramadhanpoetry Rayyan Islam

Bismillah Misused, abused, for one whole year. Forced, coerced, an unwilling performer. The eyes, the ears, the mouth. The hands, the feet, every single limb. Meant for worshipping, but used for disobeying. The constant battle Oh, how exhausting. Then Ramadhan came, Haven of worship. The peace, finally, home again.       #Ramadhanpoetry Rayyan Islam

Bismillah The symphony of peace is not in the form of words may not even need to be uttered sometimes it comes in the form of feelings harmonised feelings of those who submit. The symphony of peace is the rhythm of the heart that beats for Allah,  glorifying Allah, and for no one else, but […]

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