The labyrinth of my mind is full /
Of endless winding hallways and locked doors
It was very quiet on one Ramadan night, when little Roumana woke up from a light.
Those hot July days refuse to be forgottenAll those summers spent in Morocco seared in my head with the desert’s…
It is often that we may feel far awayStranded on the islands of confusionFeeling as though no one understandsThe struggles…
Your car reaches the red, yellow, greenhanging above the road,though the color determines your choice,your actions, you still hold.Green is…
Tell me why it feels like I’m sinningEven though at times I’m grinningProud of myself for being home with the…
Perhaps you were promisedLike rain in a monsoonRaising my hands to the skyExpecting the storm to followPerhaps it was the…
Come to me when you’re lost and broken,and your endeavours are ashen.When your heart has been toyed with,and your tears…