Category: Prose

Fear 

Rest your head against their chest. 
Do you hear?
Their life beating through them?
Listen to it…

And you will know what fear is.

Oh! how fragile their life is…
To only live in heartbeats…
Your sweetest melody…

And how maybe one day you will lay against them like this
And wait for the sweet delicate sound of life
And God forbid…

All you hear is dead silence.

 – Hiba

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Rain

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I’m trying
I’m too invested in things more beautiful than poetry
So I’m trying
I’m getting requests to continue
And I don’t wanna refuse
I know the magic words can do
So I wanna continue
But about what
And where do I start
And how

The weather’s nice
It rained today
Like the tears that I shed yesterday

But the rain is mercy
Unlike my pain
So I know I’ve healed
I felt happy
And excited

And I took my parrot out to the balcony
And he screeched and sang from excitement
And that was my heart.
Happy and joyful
Dancing inside from joy

I don’t get why people use umbrellas during such beautiful weather
It’s ungrateful and idiotic
Especially for people in Kuwait
I can’t believe they could be so dumb
After months of being roasted under the scorching Kuwaiti sun
You’d think people would cherish this beautiful weather

Cool breezes
And drops of sweet water from the heavens
And the weather’s gift to the people of Kuwait
And they have the nerve to be so ungrateful
With umbrellas over their heads
And pacing speedily out from under the sky
So desperate to get inside

How ignorant
They don’t cherish it when they get it
And yet they complain all year round about how much they would love if Kuwait was breezy and cool

We live in a world where people who don’t have time
To cherish and enjoy the things they asked for all year round
What a strange world…

What a strange world…

 – Hiba

Glitch

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I’m tired.

I feel like it’s falling apart

Everything.

Not the outside though.

It’s my inside.

Like my entire mechanism inside is faulty

I keep looming forever between smiles and tears

Between frowns and laughs

Like there’s a possible glitch inside.

I don’t understand where the fault is…

Maybe it is everywhere.

 – Hiba

Not very hard

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Peace is easier when you give up a fight that has no end

Peace is easier when you calmly differ in your opinions instead of forcing and shoving your thoughts down somebody’s throat

Peace is easier when you speak directly TO a person about all confusions and misunderstandings instead of speaking ABOUT that person to somebody else as way of unjustly criticizing him while he’s not present to even defend himself.

Peace is easier when you’re not a coward and you confront people directly

Peace is easier when you have the wisdom to let a person finish before you cut him off

Peace is easier when you have the sense to be polite even when you rival someone

Peace is easier when you show etiquette

Peace is easier when you respect someone’s identity via cultural and racial background

Peace is easier when you stand next to oppressed groups

Peace is easier when you stop using racial slurs

Peace is easier when you stop quoting your rights to people without recognizing theirs

Peace is easier when you let them go first

Peace is easier when you are kind

Peace is easier when you forgive

Peace is easier when you offer help

Peace is easier when you smile

Peace is so much easier when YOU are a better person

ISLAM is easier when you abide by the peace I defined

ISLAM is easier when you live by this legacy of your Prophet

ISLAM is easier when you live by these da’wah and daily life etiquettes in the Qur’an

Islam is so much easier when you are a better person

And Da’wah is easier when your Islam is easy.

 – Hiba

Go away, person

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My mind is sick of you

Your lies

Your games

Your fake poetic charm

All your unreal sob stories

Your “tragedies”

And I give zero damns now

Off whatever you wanna off now

I couldn’t care less

I’m not stupid

I know lies when I hear them

Just because I never confronted you doesn’t mean I had no reason to

But I won’t do no confronting

You’re not even worth that much

You’re not worth a single word

Go fake love to somebody else

I never yearned for it,
I never asked for it,
I wasn’t desperate for it,
You knocked on the wrong doors.

You advertised to the wrong customer
Find people who actually are looking for love to buy

Not people who are sick of love being sold with lies.

 – Hiba

My Demons Talking

“Remember when you dreamt of being successful?

Sophisticated?

Intelligent?

But instead you ended up with mental disorders?

Unable to get your shit together?

Well…

Way to live a dream, huh?

But congratulations.

You’ve just entered what is called reality.

Ever heard of it before?

It’s that thing that slaps you in the face…

And then wonders why you’re mad…

Welcome to reality, my love.

We call it Life.”

 – Hiba