A collection of my everyday thoughts. It depends on my moods and feelings, which lead me to writing. At times everything seems overwhelming and the only solution is writing apart from drawing. Well, the poems will be me pouring out my feelings and I hope for whoever will read through to enjoy and like them.
[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own...