I want to cry, so terribly I’d soak up my quilt
I want to cry with a loud whimper
A silent scream and a beautiful body shake
For once, I don’t want to be a poet
Whom transforms her tears into words
Break her grief into stanzas and lines
I want to be human, who knows nothing about a pen and paper
Aisha U. Faruk.
She had her phone locked up in her bedside drawer ever since that day, and she didn’t think the day for her to look for that phone would come soon. She wanted time to recuperate and find her purpose in life again, she needed herself now and she would make herself even more available. It had been a month, but the picture of Nasir with his family was crystal clear in her mind. She saw each written word of his in every letter she wrote and she wanted nothing but to erase these
