I want to call you baby
And lean over and rest my forehead on your chest
And you bend forward planting a kiss on my head…
I want to call you mine
And whisper sweet nothings in your ears
And hear you laugh, that manic giggle that makes my heart sing
I want to tell you how much I love you
And I want to see it mirrored in your soul.
I sit here in front of you
Smile plastered on my face
Encouraging words falling out of my mouth
Listening to you talk about your dreams,
Dreams that have no place for me
I want you
I found this in my drafts from December 2010, I can’t remember what was happening in my world at the time but some things, years on, still resonate.
I want to lose myself in your streets,
walking through the bazaars
hawkers selling ful and felafel
the smell dancing on the breeze
dark eyes looking at me
smiles and whispered secrets
i’m so tempted to flirt back
Ah, the old people who have lived history
if only the language was not a barrier
maybe it’s not, their eyes tell me a story
let’s sit in this cafe and share a cup of tea,
we don’t need words when we are stitched together by humanity.
Back to the hotel, a glimpse of reality
anxious to get out again and live
kohl rimmed eyes, wanting to imitate, wanting to belong
the belly dancers jingle beckons
simple food that tastes like manna
stolen glances, shy smiles, eyes concealed by black eyelashes, enticing curiosity
the first deep breath, double apple and mint,awakening your senses
the beat of the drum lifts you up, your body moves to the beat
closer, smoke and perfume, intoxicating,
the mind, heart and body duel, who will win?
I was browsing through my newsfeed and an article on fetal cells caught my eye. Basically, babies transfer cells to their mothers through the placenta ad these cells stay with the mother, and has lots of benefits like helping her fight disease. (Short version)
It got me thinking, God chose for me to not have kids.
I know that at the best of times, I’m skeptical about having them but it felt quite different thinking of it like that.
There was a part of me that became sad to think that maybe God, for whatever reason, doesn’t want me to have kids.
I’m a big believer in naseeb and taqdeer. That’s one of the things that come with not having a husband, no kids.
And this is Gods plan for me, Subhanallah.
That Him and I were not meant to be
In my waking moments, conscious
Every moment without
My womb being ripped out with cold gnarly sharp fingers, bloody
Never to be the same
That him and I were never meant to be
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I’m surrounded by single woman. Woman not single by choice but by fates cast of the dice.
Newsfeeds are inundated with opinions, articles, lectures, all searching for the answer to this drought in the marriage season.
That’s all well and good. No one seems closer to any answers. So where does that leave us?
All the single ladies.
In this day and age, woman are well capable of taking care of themselves. They have careers and earn their own money and in most cases are financially independent.
Humans by nature need love, they need affection, they were created to want to mate, to need companionship.
Where do we get that from?
Sure, our families love us, so do our friends but is that enough?
Society, families and friends, well meaning or not, make us feel like we are failures, for not being chosen to be someone’s forever after. More importantly, we make ourselves feel worthless as the years start to go by and the prospects get fewer and fewer.
It leaves us having to put on a mask when facing these people to protect an already bruised ego and lonely heart.
Where do we single Muslim women go to for physical affection?
Sometimes, all you need is a hug and there’s only so many times a hug from your dad can make it all better. And what of those who don’t have dads or whose fathers aren’t the hugging types?
It’s haram to touch your guy friends. And let’s face it, a hug from your female friends doesn’t always cut it.
Where does that leave us?
Starved of love and companionship and starved of physical affection.
God in his infinite wisdom did create us male and female for a reason.
How do we find that sense of completion without the opposite sex?
Is it possible?
I don’t think that we can get people married, it’s unrealistic and hasn’t worked so far.
So what can we, as families and friends and communities do, to heal the hearts of our single sisters?
I’m not so sure about this.
I find it difficult to ask for things. It’s even harder to ask for things that I really want.
Part of that is the way I was raised but I think some of it is fear of rejection? Maybe?
Fear dictates so much of our lives, even when we don’t realize it.
Does fear dictate your actions?
He sits across the room in a wheelchair
His eyes are windows to 84 years
It all reflects in those watery not so blue pools.
He catches my eye
He smiles and it transforms him to the young man he once was.
And in him, I see my reflection.
He was once me
I will be him
We must all travel the same path
I lay awake and dream of you.
A fleeting vision of us leaves me aching for it to never end.
My head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
I feel your heart thump against my cheek, your arms protectively surrounds me, your lips upon my head
And I, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
How is it possible to feel so safe, so loved,so…wanted?
I hold on so tightly to your memory, never wanting it to end, but I can’t stop it from floating out of my reach.
They talk about soul mates but this isn’t what this is, because to define this, is impossible
There are no words to describe what I feel. Love, my dear, is just not adequate enough for Us.
But in that embrace, when we come together and look into each others eyes, I know that we don’t need words to define what we feel, because it is mirrored in each other’s souls.
I don’t want to know about one more natural disaster
about how many lives were lost because of a car bomb
about the number of people dead because of war
I don’t want to know about the kid whose parents died in a car crash
and has to be fostered because no one has the humanity to take her in
I don’t want to know about the people who decided to have kids and then neglect them
I don’t care about whose husband, partner, whoever bashed her face in
I don’t care that we failing our children, at home, at school, in the community
I don’t care that they are consuming or dealing in drugs,
that they are joining gangs
I don’t want to know about every insignificant detail of your life that you think is the greatest tragedy
I don’t want to hear you whinge constantly about nothing!
I don’t care about your every thought,
your every opinion
I don’t care that we don’t have anything in our communities,
that they need to be built up,
that we need to move forward,
do something positive
I have reached saturation.