A Poem Soothing Negative Thoughts During Tough Times — Visitors Here we go again, Forcing a smile again Forgot to close the gate again A gate whose password I reset Over and over again * Feeble attempts of change Get stuck between the lines Of uninvited guests, who Creep their way inside My mind… Chamber of light * Chamber…

When ‘Failure’ becomes an Identity… And How to Unhook from it — “I feel ‘okay’ but all I hear is I’m not” -Imane Ben Hello, everyone! & Happy June! We can all feel it by now: The pressure of ‘what have I been up to’. …

A Poem Honoring A Flavor of Guilt — On Hold Walking on a string of silver Each holding an end Playing tug of war How did we even get this far * ‘Innocent’, seems far away Lost in an ocean of possibilities What started as a sudden encounter Ended with feelings on the line * “I’m sorry”, words…

If The Breath Could speak, it Would Say… — The Hymn of Life I see faces None of which I remember Those who resurge in a dream They remind me of the oath, I make every December * For if the breath could speak It would tell a story Whose beginning we celebrate But whose end we fear * …

… Or (Un)kept Promises? — Hello, everyone! I hope this month has been treating you well! I apologize for not showing up more here lately. I have just finished my exams and I’ve been processing many things from saying goodbye to my friends — my…

A Confessional Poem Honoring ‘Spark’-ly Beginnings — The Rhythm of “US” We hear the same song, But You sway to a rhythm of your own Walking to an imaginary wonderland You look up, Maybe you’d catch the moon * But you smile. Your eyes liting up Yet two happy crescents. And I, Watching you from a distance …

A Poem Honoring Somewhere Between Innocence and Desire — Passion Fruit I see it dangling off a tree Can’t quite touch it, Let alone taste it Passion fruit, The metaphor for how I feel How much of you is real *** I have way too many firsts Even more ‘almosts’, Said “innocent” is my station When I’ve yet to…

Is Uni Making Me or Am I Making it My Own? — “Academic environment is not designed to solve the problem, it is designed to raise questions” — My input at the Moroccan Poltics Club Debate on April 13th, 2022 Hello, It has been a while! This is yet another update on the not so dystopian tale of finding joy and reviving…

For Those Times We Want to Save Someone Who Wants to Be Saved — Save You I had but one wish Had it been granted You would be a young Daffodil I had but one wish, And If it is ever granted I would paint the sky rose again * Alas, My reflection in the mirror Says otherwise Amidst the cries of my soul …