A N X I E T Y ( CONTROL – Zoe Wees)

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous
Fightin’ my anxiety constantly, I try to control it
Even when I know it’s been forever I can still feel the spin
Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it againDon’t know if you get it ’cause I can’t express how thankful I am
That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you’d understandI don’t wanna lose control
Nothing I can do anymore
Tryin’ every day when I hold my breath
Spinnin’ out in space pressing on my chest
I don’t wanna lose controlSometimes I still think it’s coming but I know it’s not
Tryin’ to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught
‘Cause even though I’m older now and I know how to shake off the past
I wouldn’t have made it if I didn’t have you holding my handI don’t wanna lose control
Nothing I can do anymore
Tryin’ every day when I hold my breath
Spinnin’ out in space pressing on my chest
I don’t wanna lose controlI need you to know, I would never be this strong without you 
You’ve seen how I’ve grown, you took all my doubts, ’cause you were homeI don’t wanna lose control
There’s nothing I can do anymoreI don’t wanna lose control, oh-oh-oh-oh
Nothing I can do anymore (anymore), anymore
Tryin’ every day when I hold my breath
Spinnin’ out in space pressing on my chest
I don’t wanna lose control


See And Hear

Sometimes I see things, and I hear them, my brain can’t comprehend and my heart is disturbed; it breaks apart, and I wish I could do something about it, but I know that the only thing I can do is be patient and make dua (pray) that for it to get better and for God to guide them to the right path. The misogyny, patriarchy, negativity, and lack of women empowerment in certain societies and cultures, encouraged by women themselves, surprises me every time I see it and hear it. I wish I did not live in this world, there are people in this world who believe this is their heaven and that this world is beautiful, but I believe that the world was beautiful, but it has become ugly and cruel. Humans are complex creatures with very cunning and shrewd brains. Destroying things that we do not understand, not similar to us, different, unique, at different pace levels, exploiting the innocent and naive, manipulating, blackmailing, abusing their superiority, abusing animals, abusing nature, murdering, raping… Yet, some people want to live in this world and believe this is their paradise. It only takes one fear to destroy multiples lives. To me, this is hell made by humans. An Illusion. Some humans beings lack understanding, empathy, sympathy, humanity, respect, and love. Hearing my own mother calling me an animal, someone with no brain, an idiot, a donkey, and other things because I said what our religion teaches and that she follows people rather than her lord. That she fears what people are going to say and the importance of reputation; while being ignorant to the teaching of Islam and claiming to be a Muslim when she does not follow what she claims to be. If our God can forgive us for every mistake or sin we commit, then why is it so hard for us to forgive other people? We are so far blinded by our cultural beliefs that we do not see our own mistakes, the things we say to others, our behaviors, actions, etc. Why do we claim to love someone, but if they were to make one mistake, we throw them out from our lives as if they do not matter at all? If we can do that, then do we really care about them, or is it just to show off? Why have we become so strong in our beliefs and biases that we do not see the crying sounds of children? The anger and hate running through our veins, heart, and mind glaring through our eyes. The thirst for more power, authority, and superiority. The smell of burning bodies, the realm of abused victims, hungry eyes, the homeless, starved and exploited minority groups, echos of crying in empty alleys, cry for help, for mercy, for humanity, the voice in our head clawing for to be understood, listened and not judged. How ignorant and inhumane have we become? We are so blinded by rage, self-interest, and beliefs that we have forgotten how to be just human beings. There is an abundance of toxicity in Desi culture. We disregard people’s feelings, belittle indirect insults, taunting, not acknowledging marital rape, gender inequalities referring to females’ cerebral abilities rather than their physical strength. Is it too much to ask? To be treated like a human being, not like a female, and not belittled. For our virginity or purity to be not the only things deciding our character, self-respect, self-dignity, to be treated with respect, and not called whore or a slut. To be given the same opportunity as any other gender. Men are not the only ones preventing or inhibiting women from being perceived as equal in the sense of cerebral abilities, but women themselves are the biggest bullies of themselves and others. This is very common in desi cultures, from a personal point of view. Although it might not be for everyone, it is for some whether you disagree or agree. I am that some. “Using reputation, and what other people might say” as an excuse, has led to a lot of haram things to take place. Like forced marriage, abusive marriage, abusive household, marital rape, feeling obligated to please the man sexually, feeling dirty, that pleasure is only for men and not women, sexual abuse, domestic abuse, and verbal abuse. People who defend these avoid confrontations and support this; they are just like the abuser. If someone makes you uncomfortable, then return the favor; we are making it too comfortable for others. Make them uncomfortable and encourage confrontation regarding these matters.

It’s been a while since I wrote anything or posted something of my own. I am hoping to start writing again, the way I used to but I am having trouble doing that recently or more like for a year now. Hopefully, I am able to overcome that and start writing again. I am thankful to the Lord for everything and hoping to restore my faith and be better. Taking this time to work on myself, my career, and build a stronger connection with my god. This year has not been a good one, and we all are going through things. Be good to others and yourself. We all make mistakes and it’s okay, but what is important is to learn from it, and not repeat.

Hardships are like clouds
That come and go
It can get really difficult at times
Where you have no hope
You’re tired of trying
You just want to give up
And it’s okay to feel that
There are people out there who have it worse
Battling with their problems
Trying to get through it, some don’t
But always know that
With hardship comes ease
God will never put you through something
That you cannot bear
If God is breaking you, he will heal you too
Just be patient

“You’ll Be Alright” ~ Anonymous


There is this Jungle. It has a lot of branches that are mangled together, you do not know where one starts from and where it ends. Some branches are old worn-out and while some are fresh breathing wounds. Do not step on either, because one can not know if they are healed or not. You might end up opening doors that you did not intend to. They are angry, frustrated, irritated, anxious, mad, & anguished. It’s complicated, you can not even imagine its complexity. if you did then you probably end up with a dead-end. Is there an edge? They do not know yet, but they are looking for it. however, it seems to be hard and continues to torment them as they run, run, run… they feel uneasy, fearful, anxious that there might not be one. How does it feel to be stuck in a forest or trapped in a prison with no end or light? The body is in the jungle but the soul is not there. They start to question their existence, belief, & faith. For how long do they have to continue this? For how long do they have to be patient and understanding? They wish to scream and shout profanities. But they can not. They have to stay quiet, keeping believing that there is an end, be patient, endure, not let a single word out. They have to stay in that jungle, the jungle of past, present, and future failures. They have to worry about the future, constantly. Will they make it to the end of the jungle or not? Will the present drown them in the contstant state of pain? Will they keep dwelling on the past? Will the constant fear, anxiety, pain corrupt them or gnaw them alive?


She has a chaos in her mind. She is not thinking straight. She wishes to disappear, lonely and no one to depend on or to calm her down. That chaos has it’s own rhythm, and it’s her. Can she take it? She is being deteriorated, commotion in her thoughts and feelings, and madness in her eyes. She has a hard time staying hopeful, but she is good at keeping her invisible veil on. Her hatred is growing, rationality is out of her reach, & the line has blurred between who she is and what she is supposed to be. She used to start and never stop, but now she stares because it seems she doesn’t know her own turmoil.

She does not have much to say. Words don’t come, and if they do then there is no sanity to it. She is alone and she is aware of it. She is hated and she knows it. No one seems to pay attention to her, yet she pays attention to her surroundings. She is tired of that too, so she decided that she doesn’t want to be bothered by it. Her own existent feels like a burden.



Did you ever guess why I am titling my post in different languages? I guess not, well let me tell you why. The reason I do that because I want the person who will be reading this post to try to guess what’s the title by just reading it. Or maybe because it looks nice or I find the title pathetic due to its association with her emotions. She came out of the shower, heard her mother speaking to her niece. They were talking about money and how someone said something about how to spend money etc. They did not understand what the person was saying so she decided to explain to her mother because she understood the meaning. She was talking normal, her tone was normal. She was not trying to be rude or say something to hurt her feelings but the moment she opened her mouth to explain to her mother the meaning of it. The mother raised her voice and shouted at her, cursing and looking at her in a disgusting way. She flinched, did not understand why she was getting mad and cursing at her. In her mind, she was just trying to explain the meaning. Her breathing stopped for a few seconds, scared and terrified of her because this one is blunter to previous ones. She felt like crying but she held her emotions and masked it well. The mother turned away from her, so nonchalant as if her saying disgusting things about her daughter did not even stop her for a few minutes to realize the terrible things she said. No regret or guilt, just disgusted expressions. She had at least four dreams or more like nightmares where her own mother tries to kill her, scratch her face, or try to take her eyeballs out and pull her hair. Her mind constantly is in fear, suffocated, angered, and madness in her eyes and thoughts.

The fear is so strong that at some point she started having these terrible dreams. At night, she stares at her mother’s face and imagines her smiling at her in a creepy way and how much she hates her and wants her dead. She was just trying to explain the meaning. However, before she went to shower she was telling a story to her cousins in English about her little brother’s naughty behaviors when he was little. Nothing regarding the mother, but the mother got mad out of nowhere and started shouting at her saying something along the lines “how she spreading shit about her” “she is a donkey” “she does not have a brain or dignity” “she is stupid and does not know how to talk” and curses that I can not translate for her but they are terrible. She goes what are you talking about, I am just telling them a story and it’s not about you. She was very upset, her mood was off. She was embarrassed in front of her little cousins who had to hear her mother curses and say nasty stuff about her like a crazy person. She decided to take a shower hoping for her to calm down. Then, this whole explaining the meaning thing happened. She felt like crying while she was showering but she pushed it at the back of her head. Trying to be strong, once she shouted again after the shower. Tears dropped from her eyes when she was away from everyone. She felt like she was dying from inside like she could not breathing or get enough air. She wanted to disappear or yell at her and tell her that she is wrong and to stop accusing her. However, she knows it’s not going to work so she tries her best to stay quiet. She is tired of everything. Everything is, even more, harder to deal with and manage it. Life became more of a burden to her, its exhausting. I wish I could describe her story in more depth but certain things I can not translate so I tried as much as I can.

Agonize Over

I know I know, she is always talking about her depressing life but what do you expect. How can she talk about good things when she barley experiences it. Well whatever that she barely experiences, she will talk about it today. Let’s see, she felt slightly content when she was discussing it with a person about how she is and the type of person she is. She realizes or more like thinks, maybe she is alright and everyone is messed up. Maybe certain people will never understand her, constantly call her names, or she is messed up. You never know. She wonders at what age do you find out if something is wrong with you or it’s just someone else. So many questions and confusion on an unknown journey. Pretty scary to be on a path without knowing the final destination but maybe it’s good to not know in case it’s just as bad as the journey you are experiencing to reach the final destination. Finding out that your final destination is even worse, it’s just even more depressing. It’s not easy. She wrote a bunch of stupid things. Ohh well, that’s what overthinking does to you. Ruins everything, present and future. The hardest part is controlling it.