You act kind,

Say you don't care,

Get me to trust you,

Which is more than unfair



But what gained my trust,

Once kind words,

Now disfigured with disgust.



Hate the sin not the sinner you say

What nonsense,

But most importantly,

What sin?



I am but another child of God

Flesh and blood same as you,

Created as he intended

How is that a sin?

For I am no mistake,

No accidental occurrence.

Certainly not by God's hands.



A sinner minus the sin is but a person,

Laced with uncertainty,

Riddled with distrust,



What a cruel world we live in.

Society has done this to her,

Forced her to shoulder this burden

Normalized this hate,



But if you take a step back and look,

Her love is just the same as anyone else's,

Young,

Pure,

Sweet,

And .

Painful,

Yet for her its farther away

Because of the things people say,

Hateful people have done this

Drilled the supposed norms into her head,

What a cruel world we live in.



Love which was created to bring utmost happiness,

Is yet to be accepted in all forms.

What a cruel world this is.

Wholeness and suicide
Straight from misery
The salute of comparison, to pride...
And it's stare at a simple wivery

Fruit's of the future, in league
With a solemn taste to essentialize
A running chaste, with silence for egis...
Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise

Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity
Shown to worth, the past of sincerity
Days share, a dream of paces duality
Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity...

Character's to haste, a harmony...?
In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity
Adding the now, is need ours for longing?
A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity?

Call of a waiting husband
Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame
Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun?
When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name...

Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem
About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind
Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living
Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind

Money, the odd ordeal of liberty...
To which, in the voice of introspection
A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity
Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

He’s seen the rise, he’s seen the fall,
The hands of fate, he’s touched them all.
Through love and loss, through war and peace,
His journey never finds release.
A wanderer with weary eyes,
Chasing moons in endless skies.
No start, no end, no final stand—
The Forever Man.
Through ages old and years unborn,
He walks the earth, weathered and worn.
A face untouched by time’s embrace,
Yet burdened by each fleeting place.
He’s watched the empires rise and burn,
Loved and lost with no return.
The hands he’s held have turned to dust,
Yet onward still—because he must.
The forever man.

if love is a sin, let it burden me.
if love is a gift, let me cherish it.

i don't want to adhere to a faith that's unkind,
all this pain i've been holding, i know it's not mine,
but i can't give it back, it made me who i am,
one who lives as a saint will still die as a man.

there's a door that can take me wherever i want,
but i need to obey, to abstain and withhold
my own truth, as it is, for it stains the divine,
but i'll never adhere to a faith that's unkind.

In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind’s vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart. It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It’s felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life’s song, A truth that’s pure and timeless, where hearts forever long. This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It’s written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand. It sees beyond the surface, to the essence deep inside, A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.

For in the heart’s own knowing, there’s a wisdom vast and true, A guide through all the shadows, a light in every hue. It teaches us compassion, to see with loving eyes, The beauty in each moment, where grace and wonder lie.

bound by an oath you gave
before you even knew your own name,
held hostage to their righteousness,
consumed by the weight of their sins.
waiting for a punishment that never comes,
hoping for a timely release,
counting the days until you're summoned.
free at last,
free at last.
your only inheritance is fear,
bound by an oath you gave
before you could even speak.

Tired of the itch,
tired of the chase
looking for what I don’t have
while the world
goes down in flames,
making excuses about
how it’s ingrained,
when all it really takes
is discipline
mixed with a little bit of
pace

Still,
I hover in the wind,
let me float back through
the wild fields of dopamine
where we all still take refuge
inside of a haze,
fearing truth,
destroying self-worth
to secure
temporary comfort

My energy
is frozen in time,
it siphons into everyone I touch
with each heavy hearted step,
forging the very culture
I am certain
is the reason life is so hard
because I’ve seen the depths
of my own broken parts
and still hear a voice
in the back of my head
ring out:

“If reality
is set in stone by
how you perceive,
and you can see
the endlessness of it all,
then why do you set store by
any so-called beliefs?
Isn’t that just
habit underneath?”

I was at the mosque a few days ago after Iftar.
After prayers, I unknowingly said, “Hallelujah.” Heads turned, and some faces displayed disgust, shock, and disbelief.

“Princess, why would you say that?” my friend nudged me by the shoulder.

It wasn’t intentional to say that in the mosque—it’s just a praise word I use. It’s a habit, a good part of me.

But…

I keep thinking about this and similar situations from the past. Is religion a bond or a division?
Do we not serve the same God?

I believe Muslims just pray in a different language (Arabic), while Christians pray in English.
So why is there no unity?

Was religion created to divide us?

Why have there been killings, hatred, and war?
Why is there always debate?
Why are there numerous religions that claim to worship the same Almighty but refuse to believe in one another?
Why does it seem like religion exists to separate the world?

What is the beginning of a belief?

I am a believer, but it’s hard to distinguish between what’s real and what’s not.
Why do we have one God but different religions?
How do we know what is truly right?

My family practices Islam, yet we still practice Christianity.
I don’t choose between them, and I don’t want to.

“You’re still young. As you get older, you will choose one.”

Am I insane to wonder why I must pick a side to please both God and society?
Why is there an expectation to choose when we have learned that God loves and embraces His children equally?

I thought I would vent, write—but these 26 letters can’t contain all my questions.
There is so much I want to ask.
There are beliefs I want to let go of and simply continue communicating with my God the way I always have.

“You need to read the book.”

The books? The Bible? The Qur’an?
The books that tell different stories?
The same religions that believe in different things?

I have so many questions.

If I mention this to someone, they will say I am questioning God.

LOL.