BloOming with the flowers

BloOming with the flowers

Thursday 17 February 2011

From A Mothers Hand...



My mothers birthday had me reflecting on the past 20 years of my life mashaAllah, there has always been one thing CONSTANT, truthful and LOVING till this day, subhan'Allah that wonderful being is my mother. Many times we laugh, joke, paint the city in colours only we are familiar with and there's times we don't see eye to eye BUT we both never fall short of knowing the bond Allah swt has put between us. We were discussing it a couple of days ago and took it back to those days it was just me and her and MashaAllah, Allah is ever so merciful because she conceived me at 18 and for good reason too, I was the companion she needed at that time to be the GREATEST soul she is NOW and don't doubt for a second that she is not EVOLVING. Makes you understand the purpose of mother and child. In many ways its like unwrapping a gift, the excitement ALWAYS present but at times you hit those edges where it isn't so easy to unwrap....BUT Alhamdulilah being women of Faith we can never stray far from each other, we love Allah and love each other for the sake of Allah! We are blessed because through the years  it has made my strength almost unimaginable, I'm almost fearless (lol)...striving though to be like her, produce offspring's with the same love, guidance etc.....just forever purifying ones INNER self inshaAllah.

"WITHOUT HER, I COULD AND WOULD NOT BE WHO I AM TODAY AND WHO I STRIVE TO BE TOMORROW"

Monday 14 February 2011

Sunday 13 February 2011

Splendid Jealousy


The mere image of them compressed onto each other, like a bundle of grain…
Had me inflamed…
An unconscious burn, of a lover I missed dearly…
Touching the sweet blazing concrete beneath allowed me to wander like lost daffodils
Our lips un-kissed
Hands naked and empty
We were thirsty…indeed we were in need of each other
Exploding into infinite dreams when distance had dashed past us for the 11th time, as if returning to a boundless reservoir…
And we had ached for it to evaporate between us…
So the warmth of a late December drenched us…
See, we were meant to soar like owls in midst of roses
Unfamiliar, yes of course…
But that’s what made us madly in love…
Everything, he surely was in palm of my hands
The musk he had left in the casket of my heart
Was reeking eternal juices into my soul
So maybe I was conscious of that burn
But his short visits had creased them for another day…
And I promised to remain unconscious to my conscious

TO BE CONTINUED 

Friday 11 February 2011

“A gift”


… today deserves an applause all because my lips curled into another sunset, the 14th one in a row but this one had my insides gushing like seasoned juices…tasty, rich and full of nourishment…but I marvelled at my school girl tendencies to talk about things that dwell over food, faith and freedom…Especially today as I witnessed Egypt…