An empty page waiting to be written on, I am like my country, reaching the bottom of my cause, and no where else to go but somewhere else. Maybe in the denial of loss there is bravery, maybe in the extravagance of misery, there is beauty, maybe in the shadow of sorrow , there is a brighter tomorrow.
Documented pain resides within me, of fears that God is not with me no more and living life raw is tormenting. why would he be with a woman so cruel to this respectable faith? The Quran sits in the waves of sand melting and ages coming and going. There is no way but to challenge my soul. Sitting on the dawns of time but there is not sunset just yet. I plan to write until no end. forever words that mean something here there and across the oceans. Let it mean something. Let my life mean something. Ya Allah. Let it mean something. Plan to be better. In that Ivory scroll, write to be better. write to start again, write to feel again, write to believe again, write to never be let down...by yourself. Write to love, to change, to try, to try harder, to become that woman you've always wanted to be
FIRST: put your mind to it and believe