Un-sandpapered Edges

September 2017

The problem I have now:

I want to keep things truthful, raw.

Also, I want to keep my private life, as private as a person who loves sharing can.

I’m learning trying flying falling and all that. 
The truth, sans the gory married people details:

Everyone tells you before you get married that marriage isn’t easy. But they don’t tell you WHY it isn’t easy. No one tells you what kind of challenges you’ll face.

They don’t tell you that your spouse isn’t going to do every single thing you want them to do every single day for the rest of your li- what’s that? They’re not supposed to do that? That’s not a thing? That’s obvious? Oh. Sorry. Never mind. Scratch that people, apparently your spouse is supposed to challenge you sometimes and it’s boring if they don’t. Got it.

They don’t tell you that you’ll want to spend time apart and how neither of you will know how much time is the right amount of time to spend apart.

They don’t tell you that they make you insufferably angry or sad and how deeply you can feel your love for them through those things.

They don’t tell you that your body is no longer just YOUR body. They don’t tell you that your spouse is your resting place. That your spouse is the place you’re safe from the storm that is the world.


“They are the coolness of your eyes”

We never scream at each other, or swear at each other, and that is my favourite thing about us: the respect. And whenever my voice raises too many octaves and my face heats up and I throw a tantrum…

I tell him it’s shaytaan (satan) and that shaytaan doesn’t want us to be married and in love and happy. And my husband gives me the smallest smile and takes my hand, I feel forgiveness in his touch.

They don’t tell you that your love language has everything to do with the way you love and the way you don’t love. They don’t tell you that if you aren’t loved in the right way you don’t feel loved at all.

Thank god we’re both physically affectionate people. Maybe the most annoying thing about me – that annoys me, not anyone else – is even when I’m angry upset distraught, I still want to be held. I never say no to his strong arms.

Every argument ends with an “I’m sorry”

I don’t even have any pride to swallow.

I just want to be okay as soon as possible

To fix the mistake immediately

Doesn’t matter whose mistake it is

We’re inseparable [insha’Allah]


I turned 21


My husband took my hands and told me I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Ps. I took all these pictures and all the pictures of me were taken by my new photographer: Rafeeqah Hamdulay

love you kid.

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Another day to be a writer


I will write about kindness.

I will write about love

I will write about death

I will write about the sun

And the moon

I might write about every individual star

I will write about pain

I will drag knives over your lungs just hard enough to scrape them.

I will take the air from you

I will take your tear- streaked cheeks and tell you

Absolute truths

The ones that have been kept from you

I will write about failure

And what it means to try again. Selfishly.

I will write about the things you forgot

Things that brought you joy

Do you remember joy?

The real kind

I will write about cold fingers

Yours and his

I will write about silk and satin and

how your skin

wasn’t placed on your body

to please anyone on this earth.

I will write about regret

How bitter it tastes at the back of your throat

I will write about the lies you told

The excuses you made

The promises you broke without blinking

I will write about nature

And how we’re are being lied to:

nature is unnatural

I will write about lips

The kinds of kisses you should be receiving

I will write about anger

Steel wool on the ends of your lashes

Scratchy eyes

Red vision

Burning skin

I will write about calamity

And how we know nothing of it at all.

I will write about consistency

I will write about persistency

I will write about specificity

I will make you uncomfortable

Sweaty

Guilty

I will write about tranquility

And how to achieve it

I will write about being enough being happy being secure

being unapologetic in those things

 

 

 

 

 

The edges of the night are frayed, torn by whispered confessions.


I didn’t see this coming. 

There’s this lyric. 

From this band, Arctic Monkeys, that I adore. 


And I feel like its relevance lies in the fact that, mere hours ago, I experienced it. Saying things I never thought I’d say out loud to a person I never thought I’d say them to. 

There are certain moments in your life, that will fit together like a stained glass. The cold, cloudy morning might be a full grey, capturing your reluctance to get out of bed. And then there are moments, unanticipated & indescribable. (I love how writers say that, LIKE THEIR ENTIRE PURPOSE IS NOT TO DESCRIBE THINGS AND MAKE YOU FEEL THINGS) that might be a stormy lilac. (Because of its unprecedented nature)  


(If I were to caption this I would say something like let me breathe in your galaxy OR  she held the universe on the tip of her tongue

Anyway. 

It’s difficult. This “life” thing. And I don’t want to feel like it’s difficult because I also have this idea that we complicate matters  for ourselves (90% of the time in my case) 

So when you come across an individual that might somehow, make it easier. You can see how you might get a little excited. 

And yes it’s completely normal to talk to your friends about your issues. (Although bear in mind that I converse with this particular friend less than 10 times a year- Probs)  Thats not the pinnacle of this discussion. It’s the hour. (2am) it’s the cover of darkness that makes you feel less vulnerable when revealing your inner most fears and secrets and thoughts. 

It was dark & warm and there were my problems, lining the walls of the shadows. And there were her problems, coming through the speaker on my phone. 
And there was our collective pain. And it was ohkay. (Yes. I spell it the way I say it: ohkay. Creative license. It’s a real thing.) more than ohkay it was. 

Liberating.