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Sukayna866

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  1. Salamun alaykum! Too quiet.. I hope you are in the best of health and imaan. Remember me in your prayers, you are in mine =) tc!

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    Ya Zainab

    The most heart-felt, heart-wrenching poem I have read, and yet..... it is only a drop from the blood-red sea, only a tear stolen from the pools of sorrow , only a shiver of her shaking heart..... :cry: asalamu alaykee, Ya Zainab.
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    Unconquered

    Extremely powerful lines; excellent word choice, the whole poem seems to breathe and tremble within itself. I must add that despite the 'silver lining' theme, the poem made me feel drained and sad, only to be surprisingly lifted away by our ending....
  4. A poet is a person whose heart trembles at every touch, every whisper, every refraction of light.~

  5. Simple, eloquent, and deep.
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    Remorse

    Thank you for all your wonderful comments. I am humbled. In the very end, no actions we own will be able to save us, we can only plead and hope for His mercy.
  7. Salam,

    I'm managing, still alive at least, lol. Thank you so much for your support, you know, at times I find myself playing some of your poems in my mind, 'Insanity's Plea' and 'Helpless' were very poignant.

    You are in my prayers, Good luck!

  8. Very original; I absolutely love what the simple language does to the poem, and what imagery it manages to evoke. Nice, keep them coming!
  9. There is an arabic saying that goes ãÇ íÎÑÌ ãä ÇáÞáÈ íÞÚ Ýíå -what comes from the heart enters the heart. I felt this, and its beautiful, and the precision in which you have captured our lives, and the fact that we are so oblivious, left me gaping in wonder. It reminded me of the prophet's (pbuh) saying, "If you knew what I knew, you would laugh less, and cry more."
  10. Wa 3aleykum Asalam

    No worries habibte. Ah me too, exams exams exams! How you holding up? How's Iraq?

    I absolutely loved your recent poem btw, keep them coming. I'm doing okay alhamdulillah.

  11. Heart-wrenching. The one thing I fear more than losing God, is to never be able to get Him back.
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    Remorse

    Thank you for your comment. I'm glad that the feelings I tried to convey, reached you. Then, oh, how I wish to be nothing but heart. Thank you, your post was thought-provoking. Did I lose the flow anywhere throughout the poem or is it just me? My problem is that I usually try to express a lot of feelings and ideas in one poem, which leads to most of my writings be like scattered pieces to different puzzles. Any tips?
  13. Salamu Alaykum,

    Habibtee, thanks so much for asking. I'm fine, its just that I have 40 days to finish studying about 7 different textbooks. Insh'Allah I'll spam SC right after tests =P. How are you doing?

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    Remorse

    (salam) I know what I have done ....yet I wonder still, how could you leave me here, sobbing seeking solace in the shadows of night soft whispers from another time numb me trying to delay my Insanity yet the pain-so acute, the memory so beautifully bitter- hits me and- I scream, writhing. Something missing in my heart brings it all back, everything the tear that fell solely for you the laughter, made sweet with realization the heart beating steady with conviction I wonder... what have I become? Frantically, I flip pages of the past and search for the hand that will save me at last remember, I beg my plunge- an embrace of fiery flames, my search- through the darkest maze my tears- proof of my reality burning with love, were they I flip through pages stained with the marks of crime, only to stagger and fall, sobbing. bleeding now, I cry out in desperation for I know it was I, who caused this separation here I am....! but the silence kills and I submit to the bleeding and the burning blaze daylight seeps slowly through the covers of the night, Drenched in my own blood, I watch as it- exposes what's left of me small remains of my soul burn in silvery smoke, into plumes of nothing, loneliness, and the slightest hint of an apology.
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