Beloved

 

He was calm
Calm as the ocean breeze,
Calm like the sea.

Home wasn’t just a place built of bricks,
Nor simply a place to sleep.
Home was a smile that lit the earth,
And a heart that only beat for her.

He spoke to her in a language
No one else could understand
Only her.

Their chemistry surpassed Romeo and Juliet.
They felt each other’s energy.
His love for her ran deeply.
“My beloved,” he would call her.

And now she wears those words
As an anchor near her heart.

 A bond that time cannot tear apart.”

-Nadira Ahmed

Read ME

                                    

 

Read me not like a book but as if you can read between my thoughts and know how I deeply feel inside.

Try to speak to me through silence in a way you can read between my lips and speak about the things I didn't have the courage to say out loud.

Try to read me in a way you've known me your whole life even though you never met me in real time.

Read me in a way that even if you realize a sudden silence or crack in my voice, you know I  am not fine.

it's that type of way a person can read you in a way like your souls are combined. 

Like they were the ones you were destined to find.

-Nadira Ahmed

Memories Of you

Memories of you in my head



The pain seems unbearable when you barely there.




I can’t turn the pages on this nightmare book.




Because every time I do.




The pages keep reappearing again.

Just the thought of you.




 I can’t seem to erase the memories out of my head.




I can't seem to look at your pictures anymore the way I once did.




They just don’t understand.




The pain I feel.

When you’re no longer there.




They can’t seem to understand

How I feel dead.




They can’t seem to understand why you’re no longer there.




They can’t seem to let it go.




They never understand the fact I Loved you though.




They just keep blaming on me everything that happen to you instead.




-Nadira Ahmed

Where You Belong

I want to be somewhere by the ocean




but somewhere by the sea.



At the same time next to a city.




Somewhere I feel at home.




Somewhere I can write my thoughts and express my feelings.



Somewhere I mostly feel at peace.




A place that fills the empty void.



That lives within.




A place that you can call it your own.



A place that’ makes you feel at home.



-Nadira Ahmed

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Lost touch of the Creativity

  

She miss writing so much that  she haven’t wrote the same , 

Lost touch of the pen .

She just don’t write the way she  once did  ,

Head full of so much  thoughts .

It’s hard to explain .

Like how did the girl that once lived to write poetry , 

Can’t write a Darn thing.

Sometimes it’s harder at night 

With the thoughts caving in .

Sometimes all she  wants to do is reach for the book and the pen . 

But she finds it at times it more easier to keep it all in .

But as times go by ,she start to realize that it gets harder for her to deal with it while she bottles it all in .

She reaches for her book and starts writing .

And that’s the moment she realizes

That’s what she was missing . 

-Nadira Ahmed 

Empty void

She was in a world where she didn’t know who she was. 

Sometimes she would love to try different stuff.

But In the end of the day she would always find her way to come back to her true self.

She try many things but nothing ever sparked her soul.

A Hijabi girl living in a non-Islamic world.

Who would ever think she would throw away the scarf and put on her tight pair of blue jeans and white tank top.

She just wanted to fit in with everyone else.

Little did she know that her hijab is what kept her different from the rest .

She was living in a life where she pretends to be happy. 

Happy to be someone she wasn’t Tryna be , 

All she ever wanted to be free.

Free from the judgment, Free from the hurt.

The saddest thing was she was battling with herself. 

Her inner self wasn’t happy to throw away the hijab, something pulled her back.

Every time she tried going bad.

She had such a generous beautiful soul and that’s something she never lacked, She had a Strong  Iman and that’s why she never lost faith in the hijab.

-Nadira Ahmed 

Solo

 

She knew who she was.

 but deep down they all didn’t know.

She didn’t want anyone to figure out her.

She was nothing like a open book .

She rather wanted to be a puzzle .

She just wanted to be free .

Free from all the Chaos in this world .

 She just wanted to feel at peace .

And that’s what she was craving for  .

She felt more happy when she was alone .

And alone just felt right to her .

She knew that true happiness comes within 

And that’s not something we rely for on others .

- Nadira Ahmed