Be happy
Be truly happy
You soul needs it
Your heart craves for it❤️

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Hard guy Hard guy
I’m constantly called a ‘Hard guy’
Sometimes I even go by that label
But the truth is my love isn’t big on expressions

I’ll love to be a soft guy
To translate the tenderness in writings to my actions
But I find it hard

It’ll be nice to be clingy at times
But I’m all for hugs that only lasts a minute

Not all hard guys are intentional I guess

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The last few days I’ve been reviewing my relationship with my sister
There’s this common element
And it’s called growth

I love to see it

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LIVING

I remember my last check up with my gynaecologist, she asked me ‘how is it living with PCOS?’ I couldn’t reply immediately, Living with PCOS? It’s not denial but I refuse to confess it over my heavens.

Of course there’s the constant acne, on your face, chest, neck but even ladies who are PCOS free experience that

The weight gain or should I say weight blow up that comes with the birth control which serves to balance my hormones. The constant comment from people about your weight and how fat you’ll be if you don’t watch out.

The fear of the unknown but then don’t we all have that?

So I replied ‘ I am simply living just like you and everyone else’

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It took a while for me to
Learn and unlearn
How to be alone and not be afraid of my lonely

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So many fragments of our lives

Bits and pieces intertwined and connected together

They define us more than we care to admit

Portraying this bigger image of who we are 

Shards of our personality, some we know, some we don't

All flying in the air like the brush of an angry painter 

Drawing lines and shades simultaneously bringing to life different personas

Writing a story of who you are


These pieces so important yet foreign to us

Pieces that served a purpose

They lived a great life and died a great death

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I can’t forget the day I first heard the word PCOS
My family doctor (Baba) refused to officially diagnose me till I saw a gynaecologist
In retrospect I didn’t care you know, I was a 16 year old who wanted to get back to chatting with her boyfriend

Weeks later the gynaecologist confirmed my mother’s fears
I guess that was the conception of my fear
Then came research
And acceptance

In retrospect it was a sunny day
I remember the white gates of the hospital, the spot we parked our car before entering the hospital
I can see the spot I sat with my mum, patiently waiting to see ‘Baba’
Baba was in his thick leather chair, he always smiled when he saw me, stretching out the white beards on his face
I always couldn’t help but wonder the hearts of women he must have broken back in his days
It was the day before Eid-Al-Adha -the big sallah
Life was beautiful

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When you call a woman a hoe,slut,this is what it means
● I'm sure you have never met one and definitely don’t even know the meaning
● no freaking hoe even wants you,so why you lying
● calling a lady a hoe identifies how small you are +immaturity=boy
● it reinforces the belief that violent behaviour towards women is acceptable.
● it is a derogatory statement,because you see people use it on the media doesn't mean
you should too
● if you can’t can’t use the word lady,girl,woman then please do not label anyone a
hoe/slut. Before you slut shame women with these words think about your mother,sister
or any female relative. You might as well be a voice for women than attacking them
● women are not to be objectified especially labelled a hoe,we do not go around calling
men Dicks and what not
● all these just to belong or called cool?, it just means you suck,
● #womenarenothoes

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Just like flowers
Bloom
Blossom
Uniquely
And in your own season

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Some days
I don't know which comes first
The laughter
Or the tears
Either way
I find myself doing both

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