Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

(Source: ofheightsandhollows)

Take me!

Take me back to the cradle of civilizations; where you and I were born thousands of years ago.

Take me to where music was first created; to where we our hearts learned how to dance to the melodies and harmonies of African drums.

Take me to where it all started before mankind, where the love of rhythms, love of verses and love of colors initiated.. Take me to where love originated.

Take me to where my hair got its wild curls, and where my braids were proclaimed a crown, a proof that I am more than a woman, that I was born to be a Nubian Queen.

Take me back to where a mountain of rocks is called holy, to where your name is engraved in the religions of all history..

Take me back to where I am your one and only, where I am your reality and your dream, where I am all of your mental lies and only truth..

Take me back to where musical tunes were implanted into the blood in your veins, to where languages, words and lexicalogy was fed to you in your childhood

Take me to where folklore fairytales have always been you, preparing me to meet you, telling me to wait for you. Where your love was embedded within my heart since I was a child.

Take me to where I will see your face in the jungles, your smile in the oceans, where I will feel your presence in the mountains and the deserts.

Take me back to where we both belong, where I’ll live forever as a queen and you’ll be my beloved king. Take me back to our happy ever before.

Take me back to the dream that is our reality. Take me back to happiness, take me back to life.. Take me back to the land of the beloved.

Take me back to the mother that will never leave me, though I left her. Take me back to innocence, back to nature…

Take me back to the cradle of civilizations, the cradle of music, the cradle of languages and words.. Take me back to where I belong..

Take me back to our ancestors, take me back to our children and grand children, take me back to the happy ever after.

Take me back to Africa…

-Alaa Bit Hashim-

I have nothing to offer;

I am nothing but a thousands of years old soul,

Trapped in a weary vessel,

Something humans call body,

Something they like to use for mere worldly pleasure,

With no heed to what is after,

Or what was before,

Or what is inside, and what is beneath.

I’ve lost myself between their shallow existences,

I can no longer see myself,

In a mirror I see a stranger to myself,

A naïve innocent being to you,

I have a sign on my forehead that says

For sale,

Or rent,

Sometimes it says: “Try me”

You don’t have to take.

Where I came from love is a precious gift,

Love is what every one needs and cravingly seeks,

I came here, thinking I have a gift to give away,

That people will welcome and appreciate,

But I was wrong..

Love is just a game over here..

Love is just a word, not a verb..

Love is just temporary…

Love is a worldly physical pleasure

Not a soup for the soul,

Not a cure to the wounds,

Love is just a game..

And I don’t know the rules,

I’m lost in between the worlds,

Can’t find my way back home,

I’m lost in between the body and the soul,

My mind is in a confusion dimension

My heart is in a suicidal state…

Love is gone,

My heart can’t breathe,

Love is lost,

My soul can’t see

Love is just a game here…

Love is just a game..

-Alaa Bit Hashim-

There is always more than meets the eye.

Open your heart and read between my lines.

 Brighter, in my eyes the morning sun seems to shine..

The minute from his sleep to my world he rises..

He…

He is a beautiful manifestation of musical tunes and poetic rhythms.

He is a delightful combination of my favorite words in literacy realm.

He is the inspirational universe to an endless poem.

He is that endless poem.

He triggers me to explode, with nothing but words, into rhythmical thoughts.

He kills me, only to revive me…

His perfect vibes steal my poems. Release me not.

He takes me away to where I truly belong.

He teaches me the art of painting with words..

He is a wordsmith of mine.

He is my “Sweet May”, and I shall not wait for November.

He is a Taurus of all stars, and I am his Virgo of September..

He is the color of my skin..

He is my long lost African dream.

And I am his Nubian Queen.

He mesmerizes me to sing:

“Where is he? The man who was just like me” *

He leaves me speechless for years, and after centuries of silence to him I say;

Allow me to breathe life, love, music and poems into your soul

Let me resuscitate you from the ashes and bring you back to life.

Let me gather your pieces to the greatness you’re destined to be.

Let me be the bass to your strings; feel me within your beating heart.

Let’s jump over the border, cross the line from the dullness of this reality to a world where you and I can reunite & blast into fireworks.

Let’s light up this universe with the fire that burns within our souls

I am a woman of Kerosene, and you’re a man made of fire…

You leave me burning, with a euphoric mental desire..

And every time he blesses me with the sweetness of his voice..

He takes me to heaven every time he sings to me

“I can’t believe it’s true

I’m standin’ here in front of you

And you are here with me

This very moment” **

Ask me what I want to do with him,

It’s simple.

I want to elevate his mind, feed his soul and submerge him in emotions to not feel the flatness or see the dimness within this world.

Because I am the one, who understands the complications of his mind, and knows the routes within the mazes of his thoughts, better than I understand the simplicity of my own body curves.

I want him to know:

To love, is to realize the depth of hate..

To be brave is to acknowledge your fears.

I want him to comprehend,

That my rebellious heart knows no moderation.

I can never lock it within any emotional limitation.

I only understand the language of mad love crafted by passionate hearts of artists and lovers of words; it understands me too.

I have allowed myself to be lost…

To wait.

To embrace the pleasure of being found.

And he found me.

“Your words are all the poems I need to read, your voice is all the music I need hear..”

He devoured me with a glass of cherry wine.

He drank me all..

Yet I am the one who is drunk on him.

—

* from the song : Nas feat Amy Winehouse “Cherry Wine”

**: from the song  ”This Very MomentThis Very Moment” by K Ci & Jojo 

Inspire me to write a lyrical portrait of you…

How can I not love you, when “Africa” is written on your face?

And the feeling of the Sahara, in the warmth of your embrace,

Your unreserved kindness; flowing like the Nile with purity and grace.

Save me from drowning in these rhythms that emanate, tenderly in the form of words, only from the sheer thought of you…  

You shall be my final muse; to whom these poems I’ll dedicate, to you and to the angels who’ll have your name and my eyes, I’ll gift you all my life, my future lines, smiles and lullabies.

I am your dream girl, although you might not know it yet..  I am the one you’ve always wanted, the one who fits you just right.

I am the missing puzzle piece in your heart, I will bring heaven to your world, I am the key to your fulfillment, and the contentment in your soul.

I will complete your deen, if in the way that pleases god to me you come closer..  Hold my hand and trust in me, as I take you nearer to the essence of our creator..

Hold my hand, and all my bruises will be instantly gone,
Hold my hand, as only your presence can heal my wounds.

 
I am not perfect, but with you I’ll be a learner. You’re not an angel but to me you’ll be a leader, you’ll be my guide, who’ll take me towards “The Light” النور.

Inspire me now, inspire me forever, let’s do the rest of our lives together.. Steal my dreams from the bottom of my subconscious,
And give them back to me in reality. Crown my life with the title of “mother”, as all I want is for you to be my future children’s father.
Let’s build a beautiful life in this Dunya following the Sunnah, let’s do it right to get the “ajor” by pleasing one another.
Is it too much to ask, to have you in my world, for my worldly pleasure..
And have you in heavens too, if into its path that we lead each other?

These are my words for you; I pray that my future verses are to be painted by your waves, those that gently emanate, from the depths of your graceful soul, adding endless positive vibes to my poems, embracing it and myself as a whole.

May you be mine, now, tomorrow and forever. May I be yours, here, there and in the hereafter.

فانني اريدك حلالا، و اني احبك في الله..

I love you, for the sake of Allah.

Memories; slow afternoons of just you and me; the sweetness of endless nothings that entice all of my senses, as I surrender all of my days to you…

I wonder; won’t you reclaim what’s rightfully yours? You’ll find me waiting here at the lost and found. It’s been too long and these memories are almost gone. 

Forget poetry, forget rhythms and rhymes, forget articulated vocabulary, let me say it in simple words; all I really want is your love.

Forget the rules, forget the logic in the sense, forget pessimism pretending to be realism. Surrender to simplicity; surrender your heart to me.

Forget the world around us, forget all this madness, forget the slacktivism activism, forget those so-called- rebellion movements..

Forget twitter, forget Facebook and Facebook revolutionaries, forget the cause, forget the revolution, let me be your priority..

Revolt; revolt against the dictatorship of your mind, give the power to your heart, fight for love before you fight for justice.

Revolt and fight for me, before you fight for the people.  Unshackle your heart the way you emancipated your mind.

Find a place for me in your heart, next to the lands of your ancestors and mine, keep me there where you keep your family, friends and loved ones too.

And if your heart is filled with too many loves, then save room for me in your soul, allow my soul to be unified with yours. You are my home.

And for as long as I inhale in your love with every breath I take, it will never be too late.

But I will never know if my love exists within the air you breathe, or if it is the ocean you drown in every night in your sleep.

And I my love, continue to revolt for my heart, revolt for my mind, revolt for justice, revolt for my rights, revolt for my people, revolt for my Sudan.

I revolt for my right to love you, I revolt for you. Now, would you be the pure revolutionary that you are and revolt with me, for me, for love?

—-

April 2013.