New Paperback Cover for Bon Voyage Available on Amazon!

Alhamdullilah, the new paperback cover for Bon Voyage is finally up on Amazon after several tries of getting it up. Let me know what you think of it!

Bon Voyage - Paperback

Bon Voyage Kindle EBook Release Announcement

I am pleased to announce that Bon Voyage is now available on Amazon as a Kindle E-Book.

The link to check out the book and buy it is right here:

Bon Voyage - Kindle Edition

The paperback version will be available within the next 72 hours.

Poem: Metro

We moved into a new house
that was different shades
of dark blue and light blue
and we had to learn
to ride that Metro
to get to where we needed to go.

I got on that Metro
and you were by my side,
yet it felt more like
a rollercoaster than a Metro.

My apprehension scared me,
and yet when you left,
the Metro became a
dark forbidden place
full of monsters that
were out to get me.

Poem: Golden Past

Gold stalks of wheat waving gently
in the wind that softly swirls around
the olive trees in the desert.

A golden dome rising high
in the blue sky
with wispy white clouds framing it.

A white pigeon circling round
above my head that is
crying out the name of where I am.

This is Palestine,
my homeland.

Or should I be
more grammatically correct
and say that is was
my homeland (not is).

Because that was before
ruthless invaders
marched in
and took away everything
that meant home.

Poem: The Caged Bird Still Sings

We all thought
that the caged bird
of Harlem
was let out of its cage.

After it sang a plea
and hit its tender wing
on the cruel metal bars
of its cage.

But the bird is still not free,
and the bird still sings.
And the bird still beats
its wing on the bars.

For outside,
where the sun sets,
there is freedom,
but in confinement,
the bird still lives on.

It lives on in the lives
of its descendants,
who still suffer in the same cage.

and the happy guile
that was uncovered years ago,
in Ferguson,
is not there anymore.

Visitor

It's so strange
that I'm just passing through
but everyone here
has made memories.

I see through the eyes
of a little girl,
who went to her friend's house.
They were sisters.

I see through the eyes
of an old woman.
Generations after her,
a child and her child.

They were sisters,
but then one left.
"Daughter, I'm sorry.
We're leaving.
Your sister is leaving too."
Her tears could have
filled a bucket.

But I'm just passing through.
My memories are elsewhere
in my head.
Maybe I'll just settle here.

Unapologetic

I wear a piece
of fabric on my head.
Sometimes it's white,
and otherwise it's red.

But sometimes I wear it
blue, black, or green.
I wear it along with
my manners and my deen.

You may look at me
with hatred and with scorn.
But I'm sorry to tell you
that I'm not sorry at all.

You think that I'm oppressed
but in reality I'm free.
I am freed from society
by this piece of scarf on me.

So when you try to hate on me
and put me beneath your feet
I hold my head high
because there's nothing I can't beat.

My name is Fatima.
My religion is Islam.
I am Muslim and that's the way I be.