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Raqs Zanjeer Pahen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay

Raqs Zangeer Pehen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay.
“I love you. I can’t live without you. I am sorry.”
She is bleeding from her nose.
She frowns at him and run outside.
He follows her, “Please stop, don’t worry. Don’t leave me. 
It is a mistake. You hurt my pride.
You question me and my love for you.
By not listening to what I asked for and not following through.”
He bawls, “I don’t mean to hurt you. I am trying to control.
I am your husband and it is my role,
To keep you in-line and in-check.
To stop you from becoming the crazy chick.”
She opens the door.
Looks at herself in the mirror, hanging in the corridor.
Her nose is bleeding. Her face is red.
“How can I go in the public, after my nose bleed?”
Her hesitant feet, shaky hands and embarrassed face.
He sees that and knows that he has win this race.
“No one will trust you.” He says to her.
“No one will understand that why you kept on living with me. 
I am a respectable and honorable man.
If you think you can destroy me by leaving, outside is your van.” 
He orders, “You can take your filthy, incompetent self out of my home. 
My kids are staying with me. You can’t take them out of their room.”
She freezes, closing the door behind her.
Her head down, face wet and her eyes blurry.
And when she speaks it is as if everything is rosy.
She says, “I love you and, I know that you’re sorry.”
That was yesterday.

Sitting next to him in the car with kids in the back.
Everyone looks happy, everyone is gay.
She glances at his olive face and whispers to her heart.
“I am so glad that my family is intact.
Not to break them apart is so smart.”
He kiss her on her branded cheek.
When he gets out of the car.
Opening the car door for her he proclaims.
“You are my princess, my heartbeat. You are my better half.”
And
What happened yesterday? Just flushes out of her memory and heart.
And it ends up in the gutter. 


Saadia Syed

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Ishq(love)
I heard his cry, the first breath that he took in,
his soft hair covered with me. I looked into his eyes and
I knew that he holds my heart in his tiny hand forever.
My heart was filled with joy unbeknownst to me.
The touch of his tiny hand made by heart soar and fly.
I knew that he and I are forever.

My second love, my second child was a miracle from god a miracle of faith, that I had in my traditions
He is the reason of my reconciliation with life I was running away from.
I made a pact to me that day when I saw your golden brown eyes melting my heart and being.
I promised to burn in any and every hell to provide for you and then
I smiled, and said to my heart,
I am done with divorce, I want to reconcile.

My third love made me see the strength in my being.
A courage that never existed before. She was the war I won.
She was the battle I conquer.
She is the reason I live. She is the reason I left the life I never wanted.
How could I show my daughter the strength of love when I was living a loveless life.

I broke every tradition. I left the people that were my identity.
I needed love to be the motive to live
The day I thought that love doesn’t exist, You saw me.
My better half, my love, my ishq, my soul mate.
Your touch made me come to life.
I was dead before you. You gave me strength to live.
You taught words of wisdom
You made my life complete, You are the noor of my eye.
You are the temple of my faith Y
ou lighten my life, my heart, my eyes and my being. We are forever. In my life, in my heart, in my soul all of you are forever,
you are my Ishq.

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Captives of Love an Ode to Cocoa bean

Captive of Love: Ode to the Cocoa Bean
Within your humble shell, a treasure lies,
A sea of flavors, rich and deeply sweet.
An exotic dream beneath the skies,
A love affair no other can defeat.
You capture hearts, eternal in your snare,
A bite, and Eden’s garden comes alive.
Surrender to the bliss beyond compare,
A tangy heaven where our dreams survive.
As simple as life, as smooth as soft silk,
I soothe the ache your fleeting lovers leave.
Dark, white, or fruity, nutty, purest milk,
A joy for passion’s night or Christmas Eve.
Am I enslaved, or simply ever fond?
Is this true bondage—or an endless bond?

Saadia Syed

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Life can be beautiful after a rape

Life Can Be Beautiful After a Rape

"I am the voice of your soul,"
Whispered a quiet strength from within.
"You are pure, you are whole, your heart still beats true.
I know the darkness feels endless,
And the world seems unbearably cruel,
But from the ashes of this moment,
You can rise toward a life worth living.

Trust yourself.
Because life can be beautiful after a rape."

I know you hate your reflection.
Your spirit feels crushed,
And time seems like an enemy—
Moving too slow, yet too fast.
Perhaps you've thought of an end,
A heaven far removed from this pain.
But pause.
Breathe.
Remember, the fire inside you still burns,
And you still have what it takes to live freely,
To live fully,
Because life can be beautiful after a rape.

You are not the first to face this storm,
Nor will you be the last.
The past is scarred,
And the future holds more shadows,
But your strength can break this darkness.

You don't have to bury yourself
In the shroud of disdain,
Self-loathing,
Or mistrust.

You can rebuild.
You can find light again.
You can create something beautiful,
Even after a rape.

— Saadia Syed

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JIhad

Jihad
It is an hour past midnight; the children lie asleep,
Her body aches from labor, her heart buried deep.
Beneath the stars, she crawls through metal and barbed wire,
Her jihad is survival, her spirit will not tire.
No guns, no bombs, no planes in the sky,
Her fight is love, her will to try.
In the folds of her hijab, unseen by the world,
Lives a warrior’s heart, a banner unfurled.
Not the Taliban’s vengeance, nor a soldier’s might,
Her battle is quiet, fought each night.
To feed her children, to mend her home,
Through darkness and danger, she silently roams.
She moves on her knees, her elbows scraped raw,
Dodging the soldiers, evading their law.
Her hands bring the bread; her soul bears the strain,
A life filled with struggle, yet she won’t complain.
If she returns tonight, she’s a hero, a light,
A ghazi, a jihadi, a symbol of might.
But should she fall to a soldier’s aim,
Her name becomes sacred, eternal her flame.
Her jihad is love, her weapon her grace,
In life or in death, she’s won her place.
In heaven or earth, she will rise,
A mother, a warrior, beneath God’s skies.

Best Poems Written by Saadia Syed

Hijab

Raqs Zanjeer Pahen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay

What Makes Me a Woman

Ishq

Captives of Love an Ode to Cocoa bean

Life can be beautiful after a rape

JIhad