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You used to blend into the day, unnoticed, and now you blend into me, as though I was always who you really were. Yet you are able somehow to maintain your own sense of self, to the point where I wonder if it’s really me who has become lost in you, my other person. I don’t believe in halves, not anymore. I believe in fulls. You and I are full. We came full, and though we very well may not leave as full as we came, it is comforting to know how full two fulls call be at once, altogether. Solid. Like a pillar. Sometimes, I have trouble telling you apart from myself and vice versa, so close that when apart, I feel as though I’ve left a limb strewn about. I get anxious, so I’ll go home every night to sort through my wreckage, looking for any evidence at all that may point to your return. This is how it always goes.

I’m not interested in speaking to anyone who erases Muhammad Ali’s blackness and/or Muslim identity. He was proudly both and stood by them.

Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.

The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.

i am an enigma, i am a mystery. some times i speak, but more often than not, i keep to myself. keeping to myself, is not selfish, but the assumptions others raise about my reclusiveness, often are. why are you ignoring me? why are you distancing yourself from me? why are you avoiding me? but, why does it all have to be about you? what if i just have a lot going on in my life at the moment? what if i am too drained, and have no energy to socialize? what if i just need time to myself to grow, or to catch my breath? understand that there is more to my reclusiveness. understand that i have phases in my life where i need myself, more than i need you.

This generation has lost the true meaning of romance. There are so many songs that disrespect women. You can’t treat the woman you love as a piece of meat. You should treat your love like a princess. Give her love songs, something with real meaning. Maybe I’m old fashioned but to respect the woman you love should be a priority.

The people I find irresistible are those in whom the child was not killed. The qualities of openness, trust, inquisitiveness, tenderness, eagerness, enthusiasm, others undefinable, come from the child in us and are the source of charm. The laughter and the smile that do not calculate, the spontaneity that is not arrested. I cannot remember “adult” charm or whether it even exists.

Honey, child, honey, child, whither are you going?   Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you? Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you? Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going, Where upon the champa boughs the champa buds are blowing; To the köil-haunted river-isles where lotus lilies glisten, The voices of the fairy folk are calling me: O listen! Honey, child, honey, child, the world is full of pleasure, Of bridal-songs and cradle-songs and sandal-scented leisure. Your bridal robes are in the loom, silver and saffron glowing, Your bridal cakes are on the hearth: O whither are you going? The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow, The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow. Far sweeter sound the forest-notes where forest-streams are falling; O mother mine, I cannot stay, the fairy-folk are calling.

i want nothing more than to sit down and have one last conversation with old friends/old lovers. to close the doors that are still cracked open. to forgive and be forgiven. to revive old friendships that ended prematurely. but unfortunately, those last conversations can’t always happen. i hope that one day the people who are truly meant to be here realize their places in my heart are still being kept warm for them. i hope one day i learn to let the places not meant to be here, grow cold, collect dust, and disappear gracefully.

There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.

Well that’s the beauty of it. The closer you are to Allah (SWT), the more He is enough for you and the lesser you need other people.