today I looked at my mom and saw the little girl beneath, the little girl just like me, trying to make it through life, pretending to be grown.

"TEARS UNSEEN"

Some think I'm strange, but they don't see,
I open up to those kind to me.

In fights,my voice fades, tears appear,
Even small things bring them near.

I wish to be strong,but I don't know why,
No matter what , I always cry.

Each step in my run
I veer closer to the sun
It burns it burns
But I still walk
But why?
Because I'm too scared to talk
Too afraid I'll be a laughing stock
And so I walk and I burn away
Bits and pieces fly
I wish so dearly but I can't cry
Feels as if I went astray
But was there ever a right way?
I only feel because I should
But in truth I never could
A peril born of my own toil
My being it serves to foil

I am from where deadly and chaotic
vibes arise
I know many would think I just spill lies
But believe me, I'm empty inside
I was a child, which now I’m not
I know what you don’t
What I suffer is all your fault

If I was to speak
My words would have reached the peak
But hey! You know what my silence hides?
Unfulfilled dreams, wounds so deep
A heart, a soul, a faith that shines
A wish to smile, peace I seek
A hope to live in the sacred shrines

My faith shines bright
In the depth of darkest night
As a diamond it glows,
As the red blood it flows

I'm empty inside
In darkness with pain I abide
No help from you
Even if you aren't a few

Help from Allah is near
Till then I won't shed a tear

#Palestine 🇵🇸
By Hiba Mubashir

Amber whispers on the breeze,
Drifting down from golden trees.
Dancing flames in crisp delight,
Swirling soft in autumn light.

Crackling paths of rust and red,
Nature’s quilt beneath our tread.
Falling leaves, a fleeting sigh,
Kissing earth and waving goodbye.

cold collects
the warmth of breath

and kicks free
the final leaves

winter takes
what winter wants

and we watch
how autumn grieves

Poetry—
helps me to free
the demons inside of me.

I said: maybe things will get better just give it a little time.
I pause to live in this delusion of mine.

Where love is abundant.
Where money is no object.
Where all my family are healthy.
Where my friends suddenly care.
I see the sunshine and it wants to stay for a while.

The bus
was late
This morning
I miss you

Forever might not be such a far fetched concept after all
It's just day after day,
Week after week
Month after month
Year after year
Of hanging in there.
Because in life, you are all you've got.