Dear Muslimah

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Photo: Mokhtar Chahine

       I write to you a letter of benevolence, hoping it finds you in peace and makes you ponder. For we are made of the same mud and perhaps even share the same blood. We have read the same books and memorized the same verses and just like you, I attempted to follow the path to righteousness and here is what I found out…

It is not your headscarf that matters nor the number of times you pray…

Not the verses you recite obliviously, nor the words you preach and say…

In the name of religion or virtue.That sense of superiority over others you judge…

It is not the rules you follow and ideologies that wouldn’t budge…

It is your daily acts of kindness in times so austere…

Your great mindset, your moral values…

And the accomplishments you achieve each year…

It is your will to strive… saving lives…

Giving hope to a broken spirit…

Extending a hand to those who need it…

It is your thirst for knowledge…

The mistakes you acknowledge…

Unveil yourself and shine through…

Your identity is you…

Project that voice of justice within you…

So that you no longer stand mute…

Accept the diversity of people’s pursuit…

Fight evil with a prudent mind…

Discuss ideas. Don’t be blind…

Be humble towards the people you’re addressing…

Be grateful for your talents and your blessings…

Be vigilant to your surroundings, the world is evolving…

With plenty of problems that still need solving…

Learn more, read more, and share your thought…

I’d love to hear about the battles you fought…

Unveil yourself caterpillar and stop hiding…

Reveal the woman that you are with a promise so binding…

Shed your layers as you grow. Be determined and try…

For the creature that you are is a multi-colored butterfly…

 

Love & Live,

Ghalia

Serendipitous

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My high heels have taken me to unforeseeable places…

Last night it was a cave with an aroma of hope…

Tonight it’s a rooftop with flickering fire and warm embraces…

Navy blue skies blazing with stars…

Noctilucent clouds of blushing purple…

Carrying our secrets and scars…

I twirled in my high heels and danced with the breeze…

Tapped to the rhythm of escalated heartbeats on a serendipitous night…

We smiled… my eyes twinkled and his eyes creased…

When he noticed my fears…

He whispered words of fervent meanings…

I shared some thoughts on boundless lust…

He answered questions so intervening…

We stood by the edge of the rooftop as the wind gust…

He held my hand and jumped….

Fear not my love a night so sublime…

For this magical universe will take us to the highest highs…

This is the very reason we climb…

To jump again and spread our wings like falcons in disguise…

Let go, rise up and fly…

My mission is complete… I hereby

Bid you goodbye…

 

Do Something About it

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Your fate is controlled at the time of your birth by the place you were born in, the career path you take when you grow older and a tiny little notebook that is meant to identify you on this globe…
Nationality, religion, reputation, family name, political choices and strategy take over and we tend to forget that we are all humans made of the same formula with just enough goodness in us to live cohesively in a peaceful environment and share values that make us live happily ever after…
We are either too focused on where we want to be in 10 years or too caught up in administrating our automated lives…
Application forms, bills to pay, rules to follow, alarm clocks, procedures, job hunting, flat hunting, travel visas, hiring and firing, bank statements, vehicle license, corporate license, certificates, degrees, memberships, political votes, campaigns, women’s rights, human rights, gender rights, animal rights and the list goes on…
When do we live? When are we meant to enjoy each others company, truly feel each others needs and explore happiness at its fullest potential?!
Why can’t we help the world because we are so in touch with our humanity and care so much for the wellness of each other, rather than doing so because we need to fight against the current of a chaotic systematized civilization where every ideology is labeled, judged and sometimes butchered?!
I’m not vouching for a hippie lifestyle (not that I don’t love hippies), or abandoning the civilized world and living in a tent but merely wondering why life has become so complicated. Perhaps this also stems from personal frustration…
I’m a Saudi woman born in the UK and a few years ago decided to obtain my UK nationality and reside in London. My one obstacle that has also been the topic of conversation with everyone I meet in London, is attempting to make amendments on an error on my Saudi passport (yes that little piece of notebook got the best of me).
This process has taken two years of endless struggle and I can tell you it’s not just because life is so systematized, but the system is just inadequate. If I’m going to be blunt here; it is also because I’m a woman (an illegal minor in Saudi). The time and effort to find representation and in cases persuade the representation to help sucks the living life out of you!
So… Venting aside, I’d like to believe that mentioning this and disclosing this information will inspire people to persevere whilst actually remembering to live… I’m also hoping that some sane people involved in the system would have some compassion towards the insane status quo and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
For the sake of humanity…
Love & Live,
Ghalia
*Also featured on sister-hood magazine

On Loss

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Photo: Gareth Barton

 

The things you lose in life, only make room for better things…

The people who have chosen to exit your life, only prepared you to be more appealing to the special ones you meet today…

That memory you miss, equates to a fraction of a magical experience, yet to come…

The moments you felt worthless, only pushed you to thrive more…

I am no psychologist, life coach or motivational speaker. But just like most of you, I have experienced loss at excruciating levels and I promise you that with loss comes great gain.

Appreciate what you have today, love those who value your presence and enjoy the progressive process of finding yourself!

 

Love & Live,

Ghalia

My Silence is Your Answer

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Silence is the sound of truth and the notion of reality…

Silence is the voice in your head, the recollection of a night never to be forgotten…

Silence is that deep scar that is stretched out comfortably within the folds of your heart…

The ripple of injustice and echoes of betrayal…

The yearning thoughts and languished words…

The question mark that stems from familiar glances in an unfamiliar scenario…

Silence is the static motion and the motionless status that forgoes evidence and beseeches you…

Silence is a loyal companion in a transcendent journey of loss and value…

The language of thought, the appearance of strength and the oblivious hope…

Silence is a dialog with oneself of comfort and wisdom…

A consolidating affection embracing who you are…

Silence is a conversation with you that says hello, I miss you and I’m angry…

A reminiscent sound of resonance…

The profound longing for all the melodies that went enchanting…

Silence is your guardian angel against evil realities…

Speak not of any lies or truths… Retaliate no longer for all that is denied cannot be defied and all that is done cannot be undone…

My silence is your answer… and my lurking questions…

Ghalia Edrees

The Road to Pimlico

For the love of Honey, Lemon and Ginger….

The Road to Pimlico…

Another distraught Arab woman in a foreign land she calls home…

Seeking peace, serenity and a stimulating journey to the unknown…

A little window with sunlight peeping through…

A breeze, a breath of fresh air and blustering wind in winter times of blue…

Left her stranded with thoughts so austere…

And a will to march forward and strive to persevere…

Sipping honey, lemon and ginger by the window…

Waiting for the pain to disappear…

A cozy café with Christmas lights and pastries for the heart…

A bunch of hellos and cheerios to passerby’s dressed so smart…

A grid of beautiful 18th century buildings with neat facades…

Smiling faces, concealing harsh memories and traces…

Of lost love and abandoned cases…

A stroll down Belgrave Road…

Follows a candle lit dinner with food for thought…

Served on a golden platter with a silver lining…

Of refined dialog and sweet scents winding…

Whisked away by a whisper, a stroke so gentle and giggles so fearful…

For tender is the night she shares a peace of her soul to loving strangers of spirits so cheerful…

Over a warm drink of Honey, Lemon and Ginger…

Twinkling eyes squinting over reciprocated mirth…

Elevated joy brings about a momentary birth…

Of plucking smiles and skipping heartbeats…

Talks, walks and handshakes exchanged…

Daunting emotions…

Flaunting the truth…

An Arab woman in a foreign land…

Speaking of love, life and where she stands…

Lost is the thought in the stormy nights of winter…

Tender is the heart that heals from every splinter…

Silence prevails as realities unravel…

Farewell tears and departures that baffle…

Grace, honor and dignity preserved in a jar…

Next to a cup of Honey, lemon and ginger…

She sips with a smile…

Love & Live

Let Love & Let Live…

Ghalia