the sun isn’t setting but it is getting darker I’m sinking into my own personal evening the surface is sliding away the sun falling into the distance its long rays slipping between the tiny anxious bubbles rushing out of my nose and the fat oblique ones rolling from my mouth the light making…
All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
You do not bring the ocean to a river’
Things I would like:
- Sennheiser HD201s
- a Petit Prince themed plain paper Moleskine (A5)
- a set of Letraset fineliners
- new dhikr beads
- that Space.N.K. foundation a customer accidentally left in store last week
- lots and lots of rings, silver or gold, chunky, slim, intricate, simple, midi and thumb rings: they’re all good.
- Doc Martens
- a mid length coat
- a helix piercing
- an awesome haircut
- a full set of MAC makeup (with brushes)
- lingerie sets
- a chance to learn how to snowboard
- the entire Studio Ghibli film collection
- the entire Pixar animation film collection
- archery classes
- a new watch
- more books
- Muji pens
- driving lessons
- the chance to travel without my mum worrying
- one of those Scandinavian sweaters
- more Nike Free Runners (they’re so darn comfortable!!!!)
Things I *really* want:
- sincere duas
- that special someone
- new dhikr beads
This could be the night That shines a flashlight into my grave She works her way inside As the search for life ups the game As the explosion of emotion Blows the notion that I’m dead inside I retaliate against the life That hid the key and locked me up inside
If not for hip hop I would have missed out on a lot of great music.
Well, having had this shared recently on a friend’s FB page, I can’t pass up the opportunity to reblog here. Yusuf Lateef’s song was also sampled in Blockhead’s ‘Triptych pt. 1’, which was later sampled by Amir Sulaiman in ‘Secret Art’.
That riff alone had me falling in love with Amir’s song so I was grateful for finding its source.
Some days, I’m good. The sun is setting and the clouds are on fire, and it’s stunning, sublime. I suck in the air and let its coolness pierce me, I feel alive with the sense of my own insignificance - Ya Allah! The red bleeds into plum which bleeds into black and blue. Listen to the whisper of Jamal.
Other days, I wonder… Is that setting sun as melancholy for him as it is for me? I allow my mind to wander the wastelands, deep within. I never knew this side of the heart could feel so dark and ragged. Ya Latif…
I don’t linger long here. It still hurts and I grasp at the sun’s dying rays, longing to smooth those edges with warmth and hope.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.
And when it doesn’t I remind myself that that’s ok. It might be painful but pain isn’t always a bad thing. Let me learn through Jalal.
So whilst winter nights are long, remember the dawn will always come.