The Poetteer

Salaam readers! With it being New Years soon and being snowed in, I reminisce on how 2012 went. Alhamdulillah. Starting with the most recent, on December 19th I officially graduated high school and a week later had a small party. During November for NaNoWriMo I wrote 13,880 words. And on Nov 29, the UN recognizes Palestine as a State. On October 31st I got my driver's permit! In June my class had our graduation walk! Also in June was my birthday! Last but not least, on April 7th I took my first hike! And just a little thing, In Jan my best friend introduced me to what is now one of my fave artists, Kina Grannis. Alhamdulillah! Other than that, two giveaways are happening. A birthday one at Heather McCorkle's blog and another at Teens Can Write, Too! Have a happy last day of 2012 and have an even greater New Year!! -Fida Islaih {all writing is copyrighted}

Hello readers, Ocean Being in a relationship is like being in an ocean you find out something bad and you wade out Yet you feel like missing the person you wade in wondering if you should keep going in or walk back out. {written 8:59 p.m. Oct 4, 12} -Fida Islaih {all writing is copyrighted}

Hello readers, Rachel Corrie Rachel is one of those young ladies beautiful inside and out Once a young girl knew along that she cares about the people In college, yet old enough to volunteer her time she went to visit Gaza With other activists she protested for resources for those having homes demolished She lived with these people learning the culture writing her thoughts But Israel doesn't care if she's American, she's protesting for Palestinians they ran over and killed her with a bulldozer We will remember the injustice but more than that we will remember Rachel for the work she's done, the love she has as her spirit lives on I guess we all have a little Rachel Corrie in us we just have to be more active fighting for her and the Palestinians. {written 2:00 p.m. Aug 28, 2012} Love, Fida Islaih This poem is now published in Her Olives . 

Assalaamu Alaikum sisters, It's day 6 of Ramadan. This morning after sahoor I decided to go ahead and watch a lecture now instead of later in the day. This lecture I watched is: Welcome College, Preparing for Tomorrow by Yasmin Mogahed Of course, I had taken notes. I've already shared them on my twitter and my Tumblr, so I decided to share it here, too. So this is what I got from the video: Have taqwa and plan for the hereafter. Don’t be like those who forget Allah. If you forget Him, He will make you forget yourself. Keep that in mind because it happens to those in college. Find and stay with those who try to please Allah. Don’t overlook them. There is a Hadith that even mentions this is like a perfume shop. You leave with good even if you just sit among them. There is also a Hadith that talks about what the angels do with the good. I think we all want that. But first, we have to remember Allah for him to remember us. Remember Him as much as you want. Even if pe

Hello readers, This pieces was inspired by a storm. A Mother's Touch It starts storming and you wake up, startled you hide under your blanket and cover your ears hoping either the storm will pass or you will fall back to sleep Neither happens you take deep breaths and make dua' your mom wakes up, thinking of you and comes to your room You move over and she hugs you giving you a rub until you fall asleep She stays by you until morning comes and you thank her and you both thank God. {written around 4:50 a.m. Jun 30, 2012} -written by Fida Islaih (all writing is mine and is copyrighted)

Assalamu Alaikum readers, I've been on an iffy mood lately, so I started rambling on dislikes. But we need to balance it out with likes. So here goes: I dislike that after we spent time together we don't say a closure of see you later or bye. I dislike that sometimes you're too busy for me. Or that you just put me at then end because you want to. I dislike being rushed or having to wait too long. I like that you read my notes and sometimes even my eyes, that you give a gentle touch and come talk with understanding and give advice. I like that you give me a chance to get out of class and collect myself. This is just a few. There is more, but I don't want to enter a never ending rambling. Allah did make us human with emotions, yet we have to understand and accept that Allah has a reason for every good and bad that happens. Insha'Allah and Alhamdulillah. There is, though, some people I want to tag: Zara, Fatimah, and TheSisterWhoSmiles. And if you

Hello readers, I recently read Habibi by Naomi Shibab Nye. Habibi is Arabic for my love or darling. One would think it is about a romance brewing, but instead, it is about the mixed feelings of moving out of the country. Liyana, the main character, and her family move from America to Palestine. Before arriving in Palestine, there is another trip. The family had a stop in New York and went sightseeing. The father shares stories of when he arrived years ago. Soon enough they arrive in Palestine and on that same day they meet their relatives. Within one country are many different cultures and one gets to see it play a role in the family's life. Liyana finally finds a friend, yet it is a boy, a Jewish boy. One would think trouble will brew, but another barrier is broken. As one reads on, one sees modern mixed with the old and the simple life Palestinians live. One could notice the little things like the shops, food, and dessert. If one tried the food before and gets pleas

Assalamu Alaikum sisters! It's the first day of 2012. Before I get to it, I'd like to say I didn't post about looking over 2011 cuz what I wrote was too personal. Way more than my poems. I know, shock. 2011 has been a year of bad changes in me, and towards the end is the only time I realized why. So may 2012 bring much more light to me and you. My moment as the years changed was clasped hands, in hope. Alhamdulillah! New Year It's New Years Eve hours tick by it's New Years! As the minute changes my hands clasp in hope for so much... but the most of all, through both days I tell myself I won't shed any tears... not for all the bad that's happened not for the good I'm leave not for that fact of change not for anything. All I'm doing is hoping telling myself I won't shed any tears, today. {written Jan 1, 2012} Love, Fida