The Poetteer

Hello readers, Zara Ever since we 'met' we found each other intertwined with similarities A love for writing sharing them through blogging, through a magazine we both write for Together we grew closer loving each other in what we had to share and had to see. Without you is like any friendship I had missing that person until we're together again. Love, Fida P.S. I hope one day we really do meet. Happy Birthday, Zara!! (-:

Assalamu Alaikum sisters, Remember my poem, Part of Something ? And how I entered in the mighty pen for the second time? Well this time, I'm the one that won the award !! (: Tomorrow I start my first day of my last year in high school! Till then, have a great last two weeks of Ramadan! thank you, Fida

Assalamu Alaikum sisters, It's the 11th day of Ramadan. I entered into my second mighty pen. You'd think it's another rare story by me but my mind was going down memory lane after yesterday's Iftar. Enjoy! Part of Something You don't understand! I can't, I can't just go up there and be part of the group. I'm a quiet girl yes I'm a familiar face from classes but what do I say I'm not used to this, only one on one just leave me alone. (written Aug 11, 11) - by Fida Islaih Prompt by I Take the Pen

Assalamu Alaikum sisters, It's already week two of Ramadan. I haven't posted any poems last week, so following is a motivation poem: Color My Path {Look at the sunset, all those beautiful colors they don't change just everyday but every moment; they fade and new comes...} {For you let the stress and tears fade away and let the happiness and smiles be your path.} --- P.S. Remember my story, Angel Help . I wrote it as part of a contest Krista, at I take a Pen, was doing. I didn't win, but I did get honorable mention for my story being the most uplifting (when you click the link, scroll to the bottom to see what I mean.) Enjoy! love, Fida

Hello readers, An Angel's Help "Outside the rain fell like gray sheets over the world. Trees bent, kneeling to the force of the wind. In the distance, a brilliant blue flash of light broke the sky. Moments later the answering rumble of thunder rolled through the air. I watched the storm through the glass window. My gratitude for the shield provided by my small home increased with the intensity of the storm. Another flash of lighting and the room plunged into darkness. This time the thunder shook the house. Behind me, I heard the eerie sound of a door creaking open. My blood ran cold. Slowly I turned..." Slowly I turned to see no shadowy figure. Yet my cat kept on looking around and meowing. I remember learning that cats see not only better but another dimension. It got me thinking when a flash of light lit the doorway and I heard a voice. I still couldn't really see, but what I saw amazed me. It was wings of an angel. "Peace be with you, daught...

Hi to my new readers!  If you're here for my poetry fest entries, go one post down . If you're here for my entry for Ali Cross's blog fest, it's a little different than you expect but enjoy! Unexpected Turns It's Independence day or just the fourth or July if you want to call it that yet that doesn't matter when something unexpected happens. Going to Niagara Falls as a family was the plan, but having sat in a car for 8 hours and being surrounded by boys was too much. My body ached emotionally and physically I wanted to be alone. I got that for a few but my little cousin also stayed behind and wanted me to hang out. I did for awhile but sleep was calling and I was able to answer. But again I was interrupted cuz the family was home talking about the fun seeing a sunset on the falls and the fireworks coming after that they say I missed so much and I know I did but rest was really needed. ~137 words --- Also, there is ...

Assalamu Alaikum sisters, Before I get to my third and last poem of the blog fest, I have an award to mention. As you know, earlier this year TheSisWhoSmiles awarded me the Butterfly Award . Along with me, she awarded The Creative Muslimah. And yesterday The Creative Muslimah awarded me the award that was awarded to the both of us. Now enjoy this poem.  Butterfly Everyone has their own kind of wings so fly away and be a butterfly showing your colors to the world also helping those along the way. You feed them to work their wings and be their own just like you. Keep it up yet be like a sunrise and a sunset going over the horizon, but remembering to come back and shine your light on those you love. (c) Jul 2011 thank you, Fida