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Sab Kuch Jantay Hooay Bhi Dil Maanta Na Tha
Hum Janay Aitbar Kay Kis Merhalay Mein Thay
Hum Janay Aitbar Kay Kis Merhalay Mein Thay
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Materialization of Liberation
Within every thread of the scarf I don on my head is woven the word ‘freedom’.Everyday I deviate from societal standards by conforming to those of my Lord -through this deviation, empowerment has been bestowed upon me – a blessing, minus the sword.Society tells me that the exposure of my flesh will grant me an acceptance letter -a congratulations! for embracing the norm.I tell society: if that were the case, then why is it that I have learned -when I give you my flesh, it is not reward that I have earned?For you examine it for the amount of melanin it contains,its body mass index, the adipose tissue it has gained.The amount of hair that has yet to be arranged and/or shaved,the fingers that lay exposed, nail-beds unpaved.The eyebrows – too unruly, too bushy, too united -a chemical cocktail for those roots has yet to be indited.I give you my flesh, but from you – what do I gain?It’s time to conceal yourself in paint to recapture the essence of ‘au naturale’, babe!First comes that face – that acne, black-head infested, uneven-toned face -lay down the foundation in order to cover-up what doesn’t need to be erased.Flawless.Next, comes those eyes – it’s time to make them pop and look brighter, a cloak of shimmering dust, a wand to extend those lashes and voilà! – much more wider.Voluminous.Oh goody! Now that you’ve tamed those valuable units of expression,let’s fill them, darken them, and slick them down – suspended in a solution.Mysterious.And let’s not forget those lips, all crackled and dry -simply line and gloss them keeping two words in mind: ‘forever re-apply’.Luscious.And finally, that…hair?Let’s tease, straighten, layer, curl, poof, constrain, dye, blow-out, pin-up, accessorize…and… there!Perfect.…but Society, once I did everything you dictated;I was left feeling empty, unwanted, and frustrated.I lived up to the standards that you created,only to find my new clothes, hair, shoes, and makeup outdated.Until I saw through the facade of the perfection you promised -a lie so-often told, I mistook you for honest.It was then that I realized my liberation would not come,in accordance with your laws to which I had succumbed.Instead it would require adhering to the laws of the One,who prescribed a prescription that could never be outdone.The key to acceptance was to first accept myself,and to do so would mean to leave that product on the shelf.And replace it with something much cheaper – and better for your skin, I might add:A head-scarf; a piece of material folded, tucked, pinned and transformed into a hijab.But to simply cover my hair and leave the rest of my flesh exposed,would signify that you, Society, still pulled the ropes.And so to complete the Commandment, over my body the fabric extended;Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, hips, legs – all the places that YOU found offensive.And with that, I achieved bodily autonomy in an instant.The product of obeying my Lord has left my hair glowing;My skin silky, my eyes bright – all without showing -that which never belonged to you.This material I wear is my empowerment, you see.Because woven through every piece of this fabric is - Girl, you are FREE!Ubah
dude firstly it is not shit evn if it is awesome and second..i did bor ryt it....it was rytn by Sis Ubah!you wrote this?
you write such awesome shit && you requesting me to write something?? Even when you know i suckk at poetry writing?
this is a lot less lyter dan wat u usually ryt! and its GUDHauteHijabii
well,you wanted me to write a poetry onn love? Well,here it is...
I have a hard time whenever you're around...
Concentrating on what i gotta be doing
Instead,i'm more distracted by my hearts heavy pounds
But its all just the beginning
Eversince i first saw you in the school's passage way
My whole world shifted and changed..
The very first time my eyes fell on you
My heart beat hard and fast
Threatening to burst outta my chest
Like angry lions caged
It has alwayz happened
Not just once or twice
But more than a thousand times
That whenever you look at me,my heart flies at the speed of a thousand miles an hour
And the sweet sound of your voice is music to my ears
Like the soft tinkling of wind chimes
Even though your thoughts mess up my head
The sight of you alwayz makes my day...
My messed up head alwayz makes me end up as a douche before my friends,thanx to you
But there is one thing you can do to make it up to me..
All i want is you to love me back
The way a stoner loves crack
this is a lot less lyter dan wat u usually ryt! and its GUD
Gee thanx..you wanted it that way *shrug* anyway,i didnt actually shit up there..
My younger sis wrote dis few days bak.....
There I stand all alone,
Wondering why I was ever born
The insides of me completely torn
All I can do is silently moan
Alone I go everywhere
The pain inside, with none to share
But evryone around just doesn't care
Why is life never fair?
My eyes always brimmed with tears
My heart clogged up with all my fears
Noone to say,'Its OK dear'
Noone to say,'Ill be always here'
To every person I have to try
Cover my feelings and pretend to be shy
But in actual fact, I want to cry
Kill myself and end these lies
Here I stand, with a gun at my head
Counting my seconds to my waiting death
Thinking of all the tears I'd shed
For the miserable life I had lead
The heck is THAT?
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!!!!! :'(My younger sis wrote dis few days bak.....
There I stand all alone,
Wondering why I was ever born
The insides of me completely torn
All I can do is silently moan
Alone I go everywhere
The pain inside, with none to share
But evryone around just doesn't care
Why is life never fair?
My eyes always brimmed with tears
My heart clogged up with all my fears
Noone to say,'Its OK dear'
Noone to say,'Ill be always here'
To every person I have to try
Cover my feelings and pretend to be shy
But in actual fact, I want to cry
Kill myself and end these lies
Here I stand, with a gun at my head
Counting my seconds to my waiting death
Thinking of all the tears I'd shed
For the miserable life I had lead
It was AMAZINGGGG!!!!! :')I wrote it 2 days back and now got a chance to bring it forward......the poem describes the scenes of plunder and destruction...the enchantment of all the credence....I hope it was up to the mark.....I love poetry and try to write my best
Way to Go Thas!! par kya huwa?My younger sis wrote dis few days bak.....
There I stand all alone,
Wondering why I was ever born
The insides of me completely torn
All I can do is silently moan
Alone I go everywhere
The pain inside, with none to share
But evryone around just doesn't care
Why is life never fair?
My eyes always brimmed with tears
My heart clogged up with all my fears
Noone to say,'Its OK dear'
Noone to say,'Ill be always here'
To every person I have to try
Cover my feelings and pretend to be shy
But in actual fact, I want to cry
Kill myself and end these lies
Here I stand, with a gun at my head
Counting my seconds to my waiting death
Thinking of all the tears I'd shed
For the miserable life I had lead
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