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You looked in my eyes, and still you lied
I asked you why — you said, “You rushed,” and tried to hide
Living your dreams with girls on a screen
While I stared at myself asking, “What does this mean?”


Was I missing something? Am I the blame?
Then I whispered, “No… I walked into this flame.”
I saw your style from the very start
But I let you in, and you broke my heart


How can you stare at me and still pretend?
Say, “I love you, I’d never cheat — I’m not like them.”
But if you knew you were wrong, why hide it deep?
Wait till I’m gone, while you lie and creep?


This ain’t just about you — it’s about our name
Our roots, our values, our family shame
Arab blood was raised on pride
On loyalty, not this love that hides


We’re taught to give with all our soul
To stand for honor — that was the goal
But even the purest hearts get torn
Even the strongest queens get scorned


So what made you think, Huda, you’d be the one
To be loved right, while the rest get none?
his world don’t care if you’re loyal or kind
Even good women get left behind.
Words written straight from the heart, "You looked in my eyes, and still you lied. I asked you why — you said, ‘You rushed,’ and tried to hide." This line holds a story, and it taught me a valuable lesson: always trust your gut feeling. If something feels wrong, there's a good chance it is.
Words that rise from heart and mind,
A war within, no peace to find,
Decisions swirl, no clear reply,
Questions hang beneath the sky.


Anxiety within my veins,
A restless storm that still remains,
Sleep is lost, it will not stay,
How long will this not fade away?


How long will I be trapped inside,
This war with nowhere left to hide,
How long will questions haunt the night,
Before this soul can find its light?
when you stay up late and thoughts flow like a river in your head
Mother, if I tried to say,
How sorry I am every day,
No words in all the books I find,
Could speak the sorrow in my mind.


Mother, I have caused you tears,
Each drop a blade that cuts and sears,
It pierces deep within my chest,
A wound that never comes to rest.


If I could see you, I would run,
Faster than the light from sun,
Around this earth to where you are,
No sea too wide, no land too far.


Oh mother dear, I’d cross the sea
Just to have you here with me,
To hold you close, to feel your grace,
To find my home in your embrace.
I miss my mother
Sleep has left my weary eyes,
Like a soul that softly cries,
Searching for a land so far,
Past the seas, beyond the star.



I think of where I used to play,
Long for its soil every day,
For people’s smiles I used to know,
But my homeland feels so far to go.


The sun and moon will find their way,
To meet at dawn, then fade away,
But I can only touch that land,
In dreams that slip like grains of sand.
I miss my homeland
True love ain’t easy, it’s hard, it’s stone-cold tough,
It’s stubborn like the mountains, like edges sharp and rough.
Yet soft and still like quiet clay, it holds you in its hand,
One day it makes you stronger, the next you barely stand.

One day it makes you laugh so loud, the next it makes you cry,
It breaks you down and builds you up, it lifts your spirit high.
But in the end, even the hardest stones will sink and melt away,
Their strength and pride will fade to dust, in soft and quiet clay.

And still, love stays, it stays through pain, through storms you walk on through,
Because it changes how you see the world, it paints your sky more true.
This is love, the real kind, raw, the kind that makes you see,
That even when it hurts so much, it’s where your soul feels free.
Sitting on my bed, drowning in my mind,
Thoughts run deep like oceans, wider than the skies behind.
I think about the things that broke me, the ones that made me bleed,
The battles fought inside my chest, the silent, aching need.

I think about the universe, the storms that shaped my way,
The moments that have built this me, who I am today.
I think of fate and wisdom, the lessons carved in pain,
The meaning hiding quietly behind each drop of rain.

I’m drowning in my little world, my chaos, loud and near,
The voices in my head now roar, louder than a lion’s fear.
I think, and think, and think again, with nowhere else to hide,
No ending point, no final stop, just oceans deep inside.
Just a girl who loves writing and expressing emotions through poetry. I originally wrote this poem in Arabic, then thought to myself, 'Maybe I could make it in English.' I have the original copy in Arabic if anyone is interested.

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