Hey lovely
Don’t cry
For matters
that you’ll regret later

Hey lovely
Smile
This life is too short
to feel out of sorts

Hey lovely
Remember
I love you
For Allah’s sake, it’s true



Sakitmu meragut senyumku.



"There’s a war going on here",
she whispered,
as she placed her palm on her left chest.



He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.



Kita mahu
yang lurus
yang lancar

Sedang Allah beri
yang berbelok
yang berkendala

Bukan apa
Jalan yang sebegitu
Penghujungnya lebih indah

Sabarlah



Europe: iPhone or Samsung?
Africa: Water or bread?
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Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split of second that changes a person’s life forever; other times one minor incident can lead to another and then another and another, eventually setting off just as big a change in a body’s life

Jeanette Walls, Half Broke Horses


Ghazal

In 1997, I was born in a whisper of a village in Port Sudan,
my mother’s prophecy fanning my face: she will be the one to save Sudan.

Daughter of this balad, born with the Asr prayer,
her blood is laced in the raging waters of Sudan.

When I was 13, I buried my heart in its sands
allowed its roots to wind around my blood vessels, Sudan,

you are a time-stamp in my memories.
I taste you in the empty cups of tea scattered on my balcony, Sudan.

You are the sandalwood wafting in the corridors of my eight story building,
I cannot remember the last time I cried out your name, Sudan.

I cannot say your name without sand cutting at my vocal chords. Dalia
still rings with your presence. I am a flower, whose petals blooms everywhere, even in Sudan.


Ghazal-Dalia A. (via theblackdalia)

This…




The Light in Her Eyes (2011)

(Source: slumkitty)









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