#cate
You are so beautiful Ma Sha Allah Allahouma Barik.
Yes! I'm talking about you!
Imagine someone putting you together, piece by piece.
Every detail, every inch, every atom that makes you YOU was put together with utmost wisdom. His wisdom.
He swt wants you to look the way you actually look; amazing.
He wants you to have that skin color and texture. He wants you to have those beautiful eyes, even if you can't see through them. He wants you to have that beautiful nose, lashes, eyebrows, arms, legs, hands, feet and so on. Even if certain parts do not work properly, even if you do not fit into the beauty standards of today's world. And even if people start calling you names.
Remember, He named you first.
He swt named you with utmost wisdom, care and love.
Don't lose that name. Please, don't lose the way He created you just to fit into a beautified lie..
Love, I want you to understand that there is wisdom in every inch of your body; His wisdom. Meaning you're constantly carrying His wisdom around. That way you're constantly reminded of your name, of who you truly are;
A servant of Allah swt, crowned with the beauty of His wisdom
🤍
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 10:16 AM UTC
I hear my last words
lose themselves
hanging from the precipice
of a precise demise.
Looking for nectar,
I pick at thorns and scabs
you name your regrettable yesterdays
though I won’t find any syrup
In your horseradish skull.
Tuesday’s malaise will spread
across the week turning sour and heavy.
Summer to fall I thought I had it solved.
Fall to winter,
I know nothing at all.
12.13.14. Cem copyrighted
edited 6.15.16
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
The silence is too loud-
the background noise is making my ears ring.
I don’t know how much longer I can tune it out.
I don’t know how much longer
I can control my mouth
from wandering away on your forehead
and your cheeks
and your collar bones.
I’m sorry if I end up picking you dry,
I just have a lust
for love that seems
to be perpetually unsatisfied.
It cannot be denied I am a fiend,
but to tell you what you do not know
would destroy my pride and
most likely cause your retreat.
How do we go about telling them how we met?
Am I just a bet?
Or just the best that you could get.
I can't help but be cynical towards your approach and
you unfortunately
meet the status quo.
The more I get to know you
the more apparent it becomes
I’ll never be able to control you;
nor will I want to.
My freedom is contingent on yours
as well and it may leave us
in a well
but then we will
finally be alone
and forced to talk and
what if you choose to break it off?
Well then off I go like I had planned for you
the whole time,
zip away on a plane like
I am riding white lines through
white winter skies.
When your hands are on the
insides of my thighs
I can only adjust in passive-
aggressive consent
that could easily
be misinterpreted-
either way.
Don’t let my terrible,
smooth,
icy skin
be the only reason you stay.
I am a hypocrite at best-
hand up my dress and
you biting my lips
like you know I like.
Is this what it’s like to be a grown up?
They say always a bridesmaid,
Well for me?
it’s always the couch.
Never graduating to the ascent
required
to tumble onto the pocketed recesses
of the spare mattress.
I often wonder if
I am simply
The World's Best Unpaid Actress.
C.e.M. 11.22.14
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC