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Fay, the Most Gracious

No Concessions For Oppressors

We Got Christmas Merch

We got t-shirts, we got hoodies, we got sweaters, we got socks, we got goddamn shower curtains with the "Skol!" print. Hit the link to check out the store. I'll only be keeping this print around until the end of... Continue Reading →

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Q & A

I've wanted to add one of these for a while. I think I've finally found my groove for blogging and I would love to encourage this sudden interest I have in writing blog posts. If anyone has any questions, I... Continue Reading →

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All We Have

                They were cold.                 At her warm touch, they flinched. His cold hands, that is. It was more movement than he’d committed to in a while. She frowned, feeling as though she had distressed him. It was the last... Continue Reading →

Today, I Cannot Breathe

Today, I cannot breathe. It's as though I am being watched. I am being watched, assessed, observed by me. The scrutiny of my own lens. I am as a stranger to myself. I stand back, way back in the recesses... Continue Reading →

The Walls Have Eyes – A Month In The Life Of A Young Woman

Chapter 1. May 5th, 2015 9:20amI'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. I feel like I've entered a room - bereft of anything good and holy - with all your eyes covering the walls, the floors, the ceiling.Which... Continue Reading →

111. Lahab

Maybe I am wrong to criticise our kin, But he will smash our customs to the dust. He screams that we are doomed and full of sin, I don't know how to stop him, but we must. Talib, you'll have... Continue Reading →

8. Al Anfaal

Because of you, my rage is greater than my love. My hatred, my thirst for doom - beyond measure. And my will is set, defined - on a collision course: Heading straight towards the ones you desired For me to... Continue Reading →

Revival

I Hear us and obey: You need us to survive. Don't look, don't learn; don't talk, don't turn - This world is an ocean that will swallow you And we are an archipelago: Your only hope, your hearth, your home.... Continue Reading →

The Privilege of Suffering

Beaten into the muck, watching the bubbles of my life burst before me; Fearing the footsteps of my oppressors, unable to slip into sound slumber; Silencing the screaming of my stomach as she sobs for sustenance; Swallowing my own spit... Continue Reading →

Self-Sabotage

My mind is a place of precision, truly a masterpiece - There is no second in the day that she takes rest. From her planning, plotting, scheming and dreaming, there is no release: She does what she likes and what... Continue Reading →

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