This Grief is a Guesthouse
It didn't knock. It didn't wait to be invited. It just came in, sat down in the middle of everything. At first, I resisted. Tried to move it, manage it, make it smaller. But grief doesn't...
Faizan Bhat
7 postsThe Doors Were Never Closed
I thought I had missed it— the chance, the timing, the right version of me. I thought I needed to be more certain, more steady, less flawed. But...
Why Must Palestine Not Be Free?
When the olive tree still stretches its arms to the sky despite being scorched a thousand times. When its soil has memorized the names of martyrs better than...
Some Prayers Look Like Breathing
Not every prayer is a verse spoken aloud with steady hands. Some come through a single inhale held long enough to keep you from breaking. Some are the...
My Faith Re-emerged
It didn’t disappear. It just went quiet so I could listen better. Once, it spoke in absolutes— structured, certain, memorized. Now, it whispers between my questions, more...