Of Faces and Places In the Heart. My favorite past time of all is people watching. I have always been intrigued by people and their facial reactions, how they walk and talk and carry themselves. I simply enjoy watching people. Here then standing at an arrival gate in an international airport, I find such special things. Here, people watchers such as myself, rejoice. So much to see, there are so many liv.

Stories about race, culture, and identity. I am 5 years old. My life is on the verge of cataclysmic change. And I have no idea. I am in the midst of perhaps the most formative year of my life to date. My life is on the verge of cataclysmic change. And I have no idea.

There is a deeper clarity revealed where all possible perspectives present themselves to be observed in the middle of what seems like a CIRCUMSTANTIAL muddle of emotions inspired by MAN and reacted to by man itself. That each shower of affection and attention is ME that I wished to be HIS LIGHT I have taken form in anot.

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man. Women Being Seen in 2014.

Welcome to the twisted mind of a latina full of imagination and tribulations in life. A history of Hubby, me and a bit about our blog. Quran Post, My Reason to publish it Here. I have posted the first Surah and almost half of the second Surah of the Quran on here. As you have already noticed I am not putting my opinions or any other type of side writing. I am literally copying the versus from my Muslim app called Muslim Pro. I am not a scholar, I am not a person tha.

A Look into Life, Love, Experience and Growth, 100 Words at a Time. I see you sitting there, staring at me. You want to come over.

The journal of a 23-year old writer. The brokenness and mistakes,. Keeping your head up when it has. Every reason to hang in dread,. Trembles as much as your tired body. Centuries ago, but even now,. There is a sharp pain. Every inch of my body. You have not left just yet.

Jagged Pieces of My Broken Heart. I tried picking up the pieces of my broken heart. But they were jagged and cut my fingers. Or feel anything but pain. And I just feel insane,.

The Musings of a Creative Writer. Books, writing and ranting. For a first draft, I love it. What or who do they love? Who or what do they fight for? Keep on writing, the fruits of your labor will pay off.

Rooting Processes and Bearing Gifts. On Lamentations of the Sea. On Welcome to the Show! On Lamentations of the Sea. On Lamentations of the Sea. On Welcome to the Show! Rooting Processes and Bearing Gifts. I know there are parts of us missing, but we can go slow. He said to her as if he were drawing a caged animal out.