Long way down on an Island Road,
Stands a girl whose beauty we will soon unfold.
She's a dark skin whose glamour strikes lightening.
Illuminates with grace and yes she's sparkling.
She's wearing a shield dress to keep her warm,
to guard her heart against life's raging storm.
Wrapped around her head is a cloth made from modesty, jasmine, and roses.
And her scent breathes fresh daisies.
This isn't about a girl with just only good looks,
but a fragrant flower with love that grows so deep within her roots.
A ravishing smile that restores a broken spirit.
A therapeutic voice that heals anyone who hears it.
I take a few steps closer,
And I realized that I am never a looser.
She is worth my time, effort, and blab.
Who is she? She is who she thinks she is, A Zainab.
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In My Favorite Chair
RandomThere is a white chair in my room, where I find comfort sitting. Not only do I find solace in that chair but I get lots of ideas when I settle in for meditation. So these are a collection of articles-poems-quotes and random things that I write in m...
