After a thousand riddled thoughts, and a hundred yesterdays,
i have come to believe, the effects of discarded dreams,
my dreams, squeezed outta of me by the arms of grand self deception,
ive been pinned down by my mortal flaws,
condemned to wander in search of my dream's remaining pieces,
Alas! i have come to a realization,
that which my mind holds, that which i wished for,
to love only once, to attain that which is seen as just an element of blurred perceptions,
to be as noble as can be,
a deserved gratitude frm I to the ruler of we,
who gave me a talent, my abba nd umma,
who led me frm x this to x that, nd through xs to the power of ten, and more,
who when I sowed tulips nd reaped thorny roses still made me see the beauty in loosing,
truth be told though, not all his blessings my one eyed mind can understand,
Steady as it seems, its got an eye glued to a fickle companion,
so wen i smile and tell u tht i cnt,
dont think me weak, for I is a tranquil lion,
but,
my heart waits,
and where i stand nw, what im feeling nw is like nthng uve ever known,
my sanity is hanging by a thread,
dont risk ur worries trynna make sense of my madness,
this fight of wat is, wat isnt,  wat will be, and tht wch doesnt stand a chance,
ts a duel between the maker nd the breaker
a duel btw my mind and tht wch proves me human, my heart
shackling the untamed stallions of my mind,
breaking their every attempt to run free,
here,is  I,a body bound to rot...
and half the soul trapped between a duel between my heart and mind...
my mind makes me but my heart breaks me...

Young Muslim Girl

She walks with her head held high
Her gait full of swagger
Feeling on top of the world
She’s looks HOT and she knows it
Her attire leaves little to the imagination
This young, Muslim girl

She prances about
Enjoying all the male attention she is getting
Laughing sexily at this
Gesturing alluringly at that
Oh how she is enjoying this
This young, Muslim girl

Outwardly she looks confident
But deep inside she knows she’s in the wrong
Trapped by peer pressure
For, even though she conforms with her peers
That sense of belonging brings her no tranquility
This, young Muslim girl

O, my young Muslim girl
Why do you follow the ways of the ignorant ones?
Do you not see why the hijab was prescribed?
To honor you and to protect you
To lift you up and place you high above all others
Because that is where you truly belong


O my young Muslim girl
You are a jewel, meant to be cherished
You are a pearl, meant to be treasured
You’re worth more than gold
Let your allure and your charm
Be for just that one man...
                             Aishatou Dahiru