Random thoughts

Rating: G A collection of poetry written from real life experience. ©Sharifah Zaid AlHadhrami, 2013 Cover: Zammurad

Sometimes I get these overwhelming thoughts that gnaw at me until I put pen to paper and they come out. I don't know where they belong, or which story they are a part of, only that they need to be expressed. This is a collection of these writings until I can find them a home. Cover picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/447683397

A poem about the power of support

A collection of poetry I've written over the years. Some are silly, some are depressing, some are joyful, and some probably make no sense. It's all me!

Alhamdulillah there are so many things to be thankful for in this world, and when things get a little bit too tough, I like to remember them. There are so many things, that even if you carried around a notebook for the rest of your life, you wouldn't be able to write down every single thing that we have to give thanks about. So InshaAllah I am going to be posting (InshaAllah daily!) a list of things to be thankful for. Also, I keep getting challenged to do the whole "Random Facts About Me" thing, and at first I wasn't going to, but when I got like ten different messages, I decided to. So the first part will be things about me....that I'm thankful for :P

This is a true story about my life. I was told to write a letter, a letter I didn’t want to write because I was afraid of dealing with my emotions. For your information I wasn’t pregnant nor have I ever been pregnant. I wrote this letter in June of 2012. I wondered if I should post it or not but that if I did, maybe I could help someone else in the same situation… I was asked to write this letter to help the grieving process move forward. I have a mental illness and when I have my good days, I always wonder back to this letter. Did I pay the biggest price anyone can be asked of to be well, in a sort of way, to think clearer. I was told by my doctor at the time to never have kids, that I wouldn’t be a good mother. That once pregnant I’d have to stop my medications, I’d go crazy and when my child would be born, I wouldn’t be able to touch or see him or her. After the birth, I’d be pumped back full of medications and it would take around two years to be somewhat ‘normal’. I’d probably lose custody, my child could have the same mental illness that I have and what would I do if we were sick at the same time…. My options: Give up my child and give him or her for adoption. I was also told I could get an abortion. Or…have a hysterectomy. This is a part of my story... and this is my letter.