"zainab" poems
Colourful and soft
Hearts, stars and polka dot
Pull me on when it turns cold
Entangle me, don’t fold
Woollen, netted or cotton
Worn at the bottom
Warm, cosy and neat
That’s how I keep your feet
I am always in two’s
You can wear me with shoes
Wear me wherever you like to
But take me off when you enter the loo
Please don’t get me wet
Even I stink when I sweat
Don’t misplace my twin
It will break my heart and that’s a sin
I won't let your feet turn cold
I will be there when you are old
I am comfort, I am the best
Used in north, south, east and west.
I am stretchy, I am a sock
I ease your feet for a run or walk
If I take the back seat
Numb, tanned and torn feet.
So pay my parents well
Don’t let your feet swell
I promise to serve you
I know you need me too.
-Zainab Attari
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
I ceased one desire but that gave birth to another.
-Zainab Attari
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Breathe here, stare there
Gorgeous people everywhere
Mind chases, heart races
Breath-taking men with briefcases
Black suits and coloured ties
Witty minds with pretty eyes
Pulled up socks, polished shoes
Ink pens, all blues
Strong souls, real men
Captive in a cemented den
Pick one or pick seven
All good as heaven
Hard working, on time
Romantic talks with wine
One sings the other cooks
Charming words, ***** looks
Unexpected, unsure
My boss makes me lure
His Lamborghini, his yacht
Finest of the lot
His dimples, his hair
His tantrums I can bear
Surprise gifts from his side
Strong feelings, stronger vibe
Look here, look there
Gorgeous men everywhere
Single girls form a line
Take them all, boss is mine.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
A little aloof I shall stay
Before another tempest hits the bay
Anchoring me down again
Into surplus societal pain
Sharing the ocean can get rough
Absconding high tides is tough
I need to gather myself in vain
Before I crash once again
So I shall breathe, smile and have a good time
And hold on to things that are mine
Whilst I cover up the timeworn stain
And soak my wrath in the rain!
-Zainab Attari
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Look into my eyes and you shall see
The innocence and solitude in me
I am all alone in this massive ball
No one to pick me when I fall
Touch my body and feel
The absence of countless meals
I have dug into several bins
To find a morsel from trashed tins
I have slept on cold hard grounds
A better place, still not found
I was soaked by the pouring rains
And disturbed by noisy trains
I have played with broken dolls
Drawn with charcoal on overfilled walls
I have prayed to all the gods I know
Their love makes my soul glow
I am a child too
Don’t deprive me of you
Cuddle me in your arms
A little crave for love means no harm
I know I am an orphan
And might not even get buried in a coffin
But don’t shoo me away so recklessly
Where is your humanity?
Don’t throw that money and walk away
Please hear me out or for a while just stay
If you know of an orphanage, take me there
I no longer want to live in despair.
-Zainab Attari
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
From the House Of Ali -Najaf to the House Of Hussain-Kerbala,
Swarms of people walk 80kilometres for threes days- united,
The largest peaceful gathering in the world with free services,
An experience like no other.
Blessed are those who walk,
More blessed are those who serve.
No discrimination,
Regardless of sect, profession or social status,
Rich or poor,
Young or old,
Men or women,
In wheel chairs, crutches or with Zimmer frames,
Prams or hand carts,
All march with respect and dignity,
With one thought in mind,
To pay allegiance to Hussain,
Who sacrificed his head for humanity.
Every eye is moist,
Every heart torn in grief,
Chanting"Labbaik Ya Hussain."
With an iron will to complete the walk.
A nation, war-torn, wounded,
Embraces the whole world in the name of Hussain,
The longest dining table,
Where every zuwar is honoured and treated like royalty,
To pay in currency, none,
Only love and kindness and an urge to serve the zuwars.
Along the roadside are set up Mowakebs (tents),
That provide every kind of facilities and amenities ,
Food,beverages medicines,toiletries,
Fresh clothes if need be, shower rooms and toilets,
A massage of your feet,
Services to charge or repair your phone's,zimmer frames or prams,
Anything for the zuwars,
All in the name of the Ahle bayt,
Mohamed,Ali,Fatema,Hassan and Hussain.
What Hussain and his followers were denied is served with outstretched arms,
The aftermath of Kerbala was more tragic and callous,
The tears of Binte Zainab that retold the tragedy again and again,
Has born fruits,
The zuwars multiply in numbers
every year,
The rewards greater.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
A little waiting
Some vigorous pushing
A quick look around
On a shaky ground
Grabbed the nearby seat
Some rest to the feet
In minutes squeezed inside
By a woman on the same ride
Awkward journey
The CON for cheap money.
Ticket punched
Some snacks quietly munched
Feel tall from the rest
I am in a red BEST
The driver is in a hurry
I smell some fish curry
Over a bridge
Some dogs cringe
Music for my ears
No more travelling fears
Nothing gone wrong
Now I feel strong
My stop is next
Replying to a text
Trip a little but its okay
I think it’s a good day
The red bus brakes
My balance shakes
I fly right on the drivers grill
With my face drilled
All eyes on me
I can barely see
I shiver as I walk the stairs
No one even cares
People just want to get to their destination
And I stand numb at the bus station.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
I can see him blush
I think he’s got a crush
I know he’s staring at me
From the corner of my eye
I can see heads turning
I know their whispering
I watch them giggling
From the corner of my eye
Her hopes are dead
I know she cried in bed
I watch her turn red
From the corner of my eye
I pretend I don’t know
These seeds I won’t sow
I will just let it go
From the corner of my eye.
-Zainab Attari
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
Widowhood is not a curse, ladies
Widowhood is ordained by God
Bible and Qur’an teaches about widows
Tamar in the Bible married twice.
Tamar was widowed twice.
God had a plan for Tamar.
Khadija was a widow married twice.
Her second husband was young Mohammed
Allah had a plan for Khadija.
Zainab and Zubaida two sisters
Two sisters bound by widowhood.
God had a plan for Zainab and Zubaida.
Leah Rabin and Jehane el-Sadat widows
Their husband sought peace, they were killed.
Jehane and Leah had no fear, God had a plan.
Widowhood is not a curse.
Widowhood is ordained by God
God has a plan for all widows, have faith.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Don’t look in the mirror
It lies to your face.
Don’t you cry or shiver
You’re beautiful with grace.
Don’t listen to their taunts
They are no one to judge
Don’t agree to their wants
Let them keep a grudge.
You think you don’t deserve it
But that is where you’re wrong
Beauty lies within, every bit
Be confident, stay strong.
The ones who put you down today
Will suffer tomorrow
You shouldn't care about their say
**** those voices with an arrow.
If they love you, it’s just you
So don’t pretend to be someone
It doesn't matter what you do
Stay by yourself, don’t you run.
This mirror is *****
It will show flaws even if you have none
But you know you’re pretty
So smile brighter than the sun.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
What if they always truly loved me?
I should have doubted them less.
What if I am wronged on false claims?
I should have the courage to speak for myself.
What if God doesn't forgive easily?
I should have avoided sinful acts.
What if I don't live until tomorrow?
I should have no regrets.
-Zainab Attari
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Innocence Molested
Innocence has been molested, thrown in dust bin
Just without any sin and just without any crime
The only sin of little girl was to get education to win
The laurels in days to come to serve in her prime
Morality has gone to dogs and dogs are but stray
Their masters are trying hard to save them for brutality
Shameless creatures are hidden in their ***** way
But this time they will not be safe for but heir hostility
Zainab was ***** and killed in the age of just seven
While her parents were on holy journey to Makkah
So sweet a girl being a martyr she embraced heaven
Her chastity purity were converted by rascals to saga
Criminals must be hanged till death for their ***** sin
Little girl be given justice with exemplary punishment
No more little girls be molested ,thrown but in dust bin
Corrupt elements be annihilated as declared and meant
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
I jump, I fall
I slip, I crawl
I laugh I cry
I fail but try
I dance without care
Pretty clothes I wear
I walk alone
So happy on my own
Then I catch your sight
You hold me tight
You kiss, I faint
My dreams you paint
With promises anew
Together we grew
So in love till now
We take our vows
I breathe with ease
I sleep in peace
*Only in my dreams
Reality doesn't scream!*
-Zainab Attari
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
A foetus home, like a cocoon,
For nine months is in a womb.
And soon it travels in the outer world,
A cranky and tender little baby girl!
‘The child gave birth to a mother!’
Uttered a nurse besides the doctor!
Hearing her baby’s cry,
The mother falls at ease and sighs!
She cuddles her child gently,
And the child falls asleep gradually.
Being overwhelmed she begins to weep,
As she watches her little angel sleep!
She is astound by natures grace,
How her flesh and blood she can embrace!
She praises the Lord for this miraculous day!
She thanks the almighty in each way.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
There is an entire world
Of mine
Waiting for another world
To combine
There is a huge list
Of to do things
But they can only fly
When I find the matching wings
There are empty diaries
To be filled
About that someone
Who would have my loneliness killed
There are journeys to be made
With romance in the air
A heart on my sleeve
Kissing away with no care
There are gifts and letters
Waiting to be found and wrote
There is a whole feeling of love
Urging to be expressed in my poems or quotes
Words are eager to be spoken
Mean and lovely ones
Those sarcastic comments
And intended puns.
There are plans
Expecting a change
There is a future
Waiting to exist in exchange
There is hope and belief
About my destiny
There is a prayer
For solving the mystery
I’m waiting patiently
And I don’t cease to live
Just need to find that one person…
In return, I have a lot to give.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Innocence so fragile
Won’t last for a long while
Engulf yourself in this joyous ride
That will soon be washed away by the tide
Years later, when you are time worn
Let that innocence be reborn
Rewind back to those joyous rides
Before you’re hit by the last tides.
-Zainab Attari
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
Spinning in darkness
Battling to gain her senses
Sips down her coffee.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
I have dreams, just like you
I want to make mine come true
But every time I try to reach for it,
You pull me down into the pit
You shove me with errands, which are yours
I am tied up again without a cure
I shed tears and stare up into the sky,
And wave my dreams goodbye.
-Zainab Attari
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
It’s traumatic not knowing what to type
It’s that edgy feeling till your thoughts ripe
Its difficult to sleep in peace
I place a variety of words on a leash
I sit with a cup of coffee
With my laptop glaring at me
My mind is weakened
My soul is vacant
My cursor is blinking impatiently
And I am deleting each line repeatedly
My hearts not burning with sorrow
My heart is happy but hollow
I don’t feel anything extreme
I don’t feel generous or mean
My mind is at peace
My thoughts are at ease
And until an artist can’t feel
Their thoughts are concealed
So I need to dig in deep
And let this moderate feeling seep.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Centuries far ago
In the African state of Congo
Trespassed by the heartless whites
Civilizing the blacks, against their rights
They invaded them under a false pretence
They shattered humanism’s true essence
Several men decayed, as malnourished
For being skinned in charcoal colour they were punished
The invaders sowed the seeds to racism
It grew larger using euphemism
It all spread like a malicious talk
Darkness bowed when the white flesh would walk
Subjugated with iron chains the slaves marched
With empty stomachs and throats parched
Killed unmercifully if they refused a task
After all, the devil resided behind the white mask
They looted several nations
Leaving behind schools and railway stations
But who would benefit from development of this kind?
In the darkness, hearts had turned blind
Oh, one day back then it all changed
Hearts pumped louder through the ribs that were caged
Unleashing those iron chains they chased;
Till those heartless masters felt disgraced
The dark cloak of slavery burnt to dust
While freedom of sunshine sparkled on all the rust
Each enslaved human fought for what is right
No one could dare to break their might
Blood was shed on both sides
But they didn’t cease their stride
Back then they made them flee
But those racist seeds flew across seas
The darkness never prevails
From one land to another it sails
Only the goodness in one’s soul,
Can take the darkness for a toll!
-Zainab Attari
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Without a Valentine
All alone I dine
So peaceful, so serene
But not too far, I hear a scream!
One guy stood her on their blind date!
Second came for dinner too late
Third one was way too afraid
Another slapped for his haste to get laid
Everything so crimson, hurts my eyes
My usual brown pie is red too, Sigh!
Pitiful eyes look my way
I can’t digest the hype of this day!
There another drunkard sings ridiculously,
Miss Curvy dances seductively,
The ugly blonde rejects “The Ring” snobbishly
While the old lady argues adorably!
Oh, sweet Valentine’s
Have you all lost your minds?
You've wasted months, days and hours
To sweeten this day which only turns sour!
Trying too hard to be someone else
Won’t ring any happy bells!
A few gestures of love can make it special too
So make it memorable for them and you!
-Zainab Attari
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
The smallest coffins are the heaviest!
The smallest coffins are the heaviest!
No one wears stained clothes
No person likes stained walls
We make sure that they are cleaned
We make sure it is all stainless
But on a colourless Tuesday
Terrorists spilled red all over a school
They ransacked the classrooms
They set a teacher on fire
They shot aimlessly at tiny hearts and hands
They murdered their future
They banged bullets through budding brains
And all that was left were stains.
Terrorists stained crisply ironed uniforms
They spilled blood in corridors once filled with colourful paintings
They blemished the thoughts of little souls
They damaged the hearts of parents young and old.
Terrorists persist in staining their hands
They exult in staining their nation
They stain the meaning of Islam
They stain the words of Allah in the holy Quran
The redness of young blood will haunt them
These red pigments will soak them into hell
These blotches won’t be disregarded
These stains will sustain till eternity!
-Zainab Attari
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Welcome to America
Where they call it the home of the brave
While millions of Americans are working as slaves
Barely passing the minimum wage
As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage
They check out our mailbox
They listen to our phone calls
They'd do anything to throw us
Back where we came from
Like a pack of animals
Like we're fresh out the zoo
While millions of citizens walk around
Without a fucken clue
About what the government is able to do
Welcome to America
Where they call themselves the land of the free
While 47 million people struggle with poverty
They got more food banks than schools
More negative media on the news
Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul
Can't get through an airport in peace
"Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please"
They look at my fam and think they got us all down
Like all immigrants are the same
Like we're all fucken clowns
Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason
***** looks from left and right
As if I committed treason
They treat us like ebola
Like we're a fucken disease
Anything to get us to leave
No matter what we do,
It will never appease
As if Columbus was the first to walk this land
Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands
Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown
not white?
Talking about freedom of speech
Like they own the bill of rights
The irony of the first amendment
Freedom of religion
Yet they've still condemned it
To practice anything other than their own
Expecting church to be attended
Expecting us to forget what we've known
"You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!"
I'm not here to fit in
Or kiss someone's *** to flatter
Welcome to America
Once known as Freedonia
Where the cities never sleep
Diagnosed with insomnia
As homeless shelters are packed
And crackheads fill the streets
As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets
Welcome to America
Where there is no war
Where we watch your every move
And predict what's in store
Anything we can do to reassure
A more secure nation
Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations
So have a wonderful stay
In our lovely USA
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
I visit my big blue bubble
When I need to shut down the world
I cuddle it so tight
It could choke or die by the end of the night
It tries to shake me out
So I pinch the big blue bubble
It bursts into a piercing laughter
Mocking my loneliness
It sets me free against my will
And I get tossed back to reality
It whispers through the winds
Guiding me to find happiness
So I break down the walls
And wear some optimism and venture beyond
Looking for somebody that cares enough
To cuddle me all their life
There are days I see my big blue bubble
That I happily burst it into a puddle
-Zainab Attari
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
He saw
Her wings lay torn upon the ground
Her screams muffled; cries scorching her throat
As they tore at her skin
Shattering the stars in her youthful eyes
As she watched; dulled and empty
He knew
As her hand fell flat; uncurled
Her mouth, a stretched echo of her suffering
Marred colours of reds and blues charring her soul and body
With a single tear leaping from her ghosting eyes
He rose
With the final gasp shifting dust above her cracked lips
The thud of her limp body thrown against rotting carcases
And the darkening sky shedding tears in anguish
He cradled her to his chest; numbing and warm
A finger pulled down the lids of her unsee in eyes
Whispering you're safe now Zainab
I've come to take you home
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC