The Drying Ink

What if You never said what you said to me To break my heart into one hundred million Little pieces What if you could Undo the everything that crossed the line? Just rewind time. What if we never had to ask What if this and what if that […]

and it’s ending one minute at a time.

We’ve eaten (pun absolutely intended) half of Ramadan already. The first day feels like the longest day of your life and then before you know it, she’s come and gone. Time becomes fluid (and yet again, pun intended) with my incomprehensible sleep schedule and lightheadedness throughout the day. […]

Not In Our Name.

We lose a few couple hundred families In the West Bank, FalastineThe arrow is pointed back at our backsShot down while they aren’t even looking, how crazy is that?Okay, maybe, there’s more stories to this taleSo then go look at the AfghanisBombed in daily relentlessly For crimes they […]