Zienab Hamdan Quotes

You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover 'Cause he recognized her as the moon. And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.

Stop watering the dead flowers That he once planted in your heart. Yes, They were once beautiful But it is almost Autumn now And they’ve become withered. But next spring, Rip them out from the roots and And plant new ones All by yourself For yourself. You belong to no one. Not to him. Not to the next person. You belong soley And Utterly, To you.

Two years later A girl sits in front of her ex lover. He doesn't say a word And her heart doesn't ache for him anymore. Her hair is longer than its ever been. She is even more beautiful than the day he left her. And at that moment, He panics. He lost her. And he can never have her back. He can just watch her be beautiful And in love With someone else

She’s not the girl that you just forget about. She’s the sunrise That sneaks in through your window shutters On an early summer morning. And she sits there. Lingering. You think to yourself That maybe if you reversed the shutters, She’d go away. But you know That outside your window She’s even brighter. Outside your window, She’s not yours. Not anymore.

Don’t just talk to me, I won’t let you in. Spark my interest And watch me Unravel myself, For you.

He says That he doesn’t Believe in magic. Yet when she Walks into the room His heart beats against His xylophone ribs And plays a love tune. If that’s not magic Then tell me What is it?

How much Does your tongue have to bleed Before you stop biting it? Your heart is not a lion, So why are you taming it? God gave you a loud voice, A voice box dripping revolution, So quit trying to lower your volume. You were meant To rattle the tectonic plates Of anyone who has ever told you That you’re not enough. You were born fiery Don’t let anyone put out your flame With their tears of incompetence.

When your world Crumbled around you, You held the pieces Inside your palms. As tears streamed Down your prominent cheeks, I saw you smile. Smiled a smile That said “Watch me rebuild A world that won’t give in on me As easily as everyone else did”.

You, With the Paper weight halo And the papier-mâché heart. You, With the trembling palms, That are tired Of touching, but never grasping. But My love, When your scintillating gaze Lands on what has dismantled you, Forgive it. Forgive yourself. For what is not meant for Will never reach you.

Their syncopated hearts, Loved one and other. They just didn’t beat the same frequency.

I’m sorry That the world Didn’t rotate in your Favour, And was not Kind to you. I’m sorry That it made you cruel.

Stop pouring your heart out To boys With bucket-shaped hearts, Which are already Filled to the brim With the rainstorms Of other girls.

I heard a theory once That the atoms that make up soul mates, Were once fused together In the same star. I find it beautiful That in another life You found your way to me. And in this life You’ve found your way to me Yet again.

He remembered her During Friday prayer Khutba. He remembered hearing The blaring echoed voice Through the microphone. “And of everything We have created pairs” Heaven and earth Night and day Sun and moon Shore and sea Light and darkness. Her, For him.

For the boys Who only know How to show their love In rainstorms. I hope you fall for a girl Who thinks That you’re the Brightest sunshine She has ever seen. I hope she sees you As rainbows And green grass And blue skies And love And love And above all Love.

One day, you’re 19 And the boy who broke your heart a year ago, is now off in some parallel lifetime from you, breaking someone else’s heart. It’s not you this time But you understand how she will hurt. You’re still wearing your red lipstick Still squatting Still blossoming. And you cut your hair off because you didn’t want to be defined by your looks. You make drastic changes And end up wearing more black Than you did before. You’re beautiful. You started telling yourself that in the mirror because you started recognizing your worth. You slick your short hair back And smile. You’re happy. And for once, that’s all that matters.

You let yourself fall too fast For a boy Who doesn’t even have the common courtesy To manhandle your heart with the proper care. Didn’t someone tell you That you’re worth more than Dispassionate good morning text messge And tasteless afternoon dates? Your heart beats more heartbeats than the average human being. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

At birth, Your father whispered in your ear, أشهدُ أنْ لا إلهَ إلاَّ الله, وأشهدُ أنَّ محمّدًا رسولُ الله. There is no god but Allah, And Muhammed (Pbuh) is his messenger. بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم In the name of Allah, the most merciful, Your mother Picked you up From the hospital cradle For the first time. You came into this world In such a pious And graceful manner. Live like it.