Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Letting Go

My last memory of lighting was when God got angry
And the skies opened up wide and let go of all her wrath
All was full of light and shuddering sounds
Raindrops battling the ground
Then silence…

My first memory of you was when God was overjoyed
And the skies opened up wide and let go of all the sunshine
Illuminating your face like you were the source of heat and light which feeds the earth
My heart was full of naïve glee and wonder
Butterflies in my stomach sinking deeper and deeper
My heart, going under
Then silence…

My last memory of us was when God got angry
And the skies opened up wide to shed a tear or two
I realized heartbreak was on its way
Hearing the echo of my heart's tiny pieces pouring down from their place like cruel raindrops
Released from the tight grip of my own emotions
I tried but couldn't let go…
My tears soaked me wet before the rain ever reached my umbrella
I was drenched with pain and an awful aftertaste of unattainable love
Then silence…

My last memory of me was when God forgave me
For being one of those dirty sinners
The skies opened up wide and sucked me into the clouds
And I gravitated for the first time
I let go of you on my way up
And released myself upon arrival
It has been silent ever since
No lighting or rain in my vicinity
Just silence,
Peace,
And serenity…

- Huda M


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Happiness according to Hafez


What
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of
Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like That.


-Hāfez







Sunday, February 26, 2012

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!

I grew up with your beautiful and inspirational poetry, you still impact my life whenever I think of your books, thank you.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

هابي فالنطيز داي :)


بتتذكر لمن حكيتلي قرب عيد الحُب؟ 

مكنتش انا ناسيه, بس عملت حالي مش متذكره عشاني مش متعوده اذكر حالي باعياد الحب,

 عشاني عادة بقضيها لحالي.

بتعرف شو بوجع اكتر من معرفه إنو هاد كمان عيد رح اقضيه لحالي؟ كمان يوم رح اقضيه مسبات ع الرأسماليه والكونسومارزم وشو عاملات بعقول المغرمين؟ كمان فالنتاين مكعبله بالتخت بوضعية الجنين, بوكل شوكالاطه وببكي بصوت واطي عشاني منافقه بغار منهم 
بالسر؟

إنك وعدتني مقضيش هاد العيد لحالي زي كل عيد.

وعدتني بحُبك.
  
وانا إنغرمت فيك... 
غرام من النوع المبتذل, 
زي تبع أغاني التسعينات,
 زي تبع افلام ماثيو ماكونوهاي,
زي تبع البنات باعلانات معجون السنان,

حُب من اول كذبه.

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بتتذكر لمن تركتني بالضبط قبل عيد الحُب؟ 

وقتها قررت أنسى بـأي تاريخ إحنا وبأي تاريخ الفالنتاين الملعون هاد.

أنساه للأبد...

بس لأ!

"بكرا عيد الحب واكيد الاحباب بدهم يتصلوا فيك كتير, لتغيير نغمة الانتظار لأغنيه رومانسيه إتصل بـ..."

عنجد شكرا سلكوم, 
ما صدقت وأنا انسى...

وبما أنكم قررتوا تذكروني,

بكرا كمان عيد حُب رح البس فيه أسود,

واشتري فيه شوكولاطه ويمكن حتى بوظه من تبعت العلب,

ورح ع الاغلب احضر فيه فيلم بذكرني فيك,

والف حالي بلفحتك,

واتكعبل تحت اللحاف,


وأغنيلك...



"أند أأأأأأأأي, ويل أولوايز لاف يووووو...."

 وأعيّط,


منو ع حالتي المزريه, 

ومنو ع روح عمتنا ويتني هيوستون.



Thursday, January 12, 2012

Run, Lola, Run.

The pain within is restless,
it goes and comes and comes and goes like roller coasters
up and down and inside out.
What is more painful than to live in the dark,
is to see the light at the end of the tunnel
and to know
that you are too drained
to ever reach it.