NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #poem

  • Fat Salaat

    I’m clumsy and awkward When I pray. Can’t stand or sit As I am meant to, Nor get down To the ground To prostrate. My body doesn’t fold Neatly like an origami Muslimah in sajdah. I sit up too high, Spread too wide, Don’t have legs Neatly tucked aside. But like the breath Of a →

  • Caught

    The effect You’ve had on me Is far beyond my control. I thought I had tamed My wild emotions But one glimpse of you And all that was gone. What I thought Was the strongest fortress Fell as easily As a house of cards. Without tricks or traps Or a single shot You caught my →

  • Redial

    I hate myself right now As I hit redial For the fourth time Having slipped straight back Into people pleasing mode Always ready to serve Always giving too much Always accepting Too little in return Possessing lessons aplenty But never learning to learn Never Ever I hit redial I hate myself right now →

  • Warmth

    No matter where I journey In the land of thoughts I always come back to you. Thinking of you is like Returning home On a freezing winter’s day. When the world outside Is cold and forbidding, Memories of you Are warm and inviting. They are the hot cocoa And burning fire That restore feeling To →

  • The P Word

    I had my first adulthood P word at the age of forty-three, Walking around in Birmingham – centre of city. I couldn’t quite believe it when the man said to me As we passed each other on the street, ‘Move it, Paki.’ Not that it was the first time I’d ever heard it, you see →