I cried so much my eyes look Bruised I cried so much the sky no longer looks Blue My heart broke in two, My soul lies there on the floor, Whilst the voices in my head come Knock-Knock Knocking on my door, Here they come again, My old best friends, The demons in my mind,… Continue reading Cutting Ties
Recently I turned down an offer to be part of a blogging series, initially I’d said yes, but with increasing pressures from school and madressa, I had to say no, When I write, especially for blogging, I hate it when it’s rushed, because that makes it seem less important than what it actually is. But… Continue reading You Don’t Get To Do That
I woke up to this ❤️ I’ve been awake for an hour and a half, I am incredibly bored I must go bath! I just go pray! But no, here I am blobbing, drinking coffee, being a teenager addicted to social media…. Oh well, [Madressa is Islamic school, sorta, my Madressa is where I will… Continue reading It’s okay to start again…. Right?
Today I went to another memorial thingy for the MP who died recently, I was shocked at the turnout, the whole market square was full to the brim and more people kept arriving, this got me thinking, about death, about life, I mean they come hand in hand, one promises the other, I always wonder… Continue reading I Owned Every Second That This World Could Give
Often now you feel overwhelmed with what you are to do with your future, decisions you make now will affect your future 5, even 10 years from now, and that is scary, crazy, You’re 16. Just 16, though you feel like you’ve lived for far too long already, people your age have done amazing things,… Continue reading A Letter To Myself
For those of you who don’t know me very well yet, I spent my first year of highschool in Malawi (Summer 2012- Summer 2013) , I live in England permanently, but this was like a try before buy, so I was left in Malawi for a year with my Grandma, and hell that was the… Continue reading A Lost Home.
Why do I feel this way? I had a perfectly good day, I had fun, why do I still feel like this? Like utter shit, like crying my eyes out, like dying? Why? Why didn’t I do any work today even though I know I have to? Why do I not seem to give a… Continue reading I Am.