hope you’re all good and jolly! after all, ’tis the season to be jollyyy falalala la la laaaaaa . . .
i mean i know it’s only november
and the 6th of november at that (also how was everyone’s bonfire night?? remember remember the 5th of november . . . omg has anyone watched V for Vendetta????????
pls say you have! talk to me about it!
but omg i’m so excited for christmas and everything to be pretty and sparkly. also Harry Potter marathon anyone??????? it’s a must! every christmas! and christmas movies are the best, right?
(obviously i’m super into this szn haha)
though this post is about Reality, which is my latest poetry collection! i published it in october, and it is super personal and honest and just . . . kind of angsty and to do with really dark sh!t, trigger warnings: abuse, depression, self harm.
“forgetting them would mean losing a part of myself — the parts of me that have fallen away and come back together like a kaleidoscope of colours, blurring together and turning me into the person i am. fragments of early memories slip through my mind, pieces of a broken sailboat bobbing along the murky depths, driftwood washing to the surface in the inky darkness.”
REALITY is a rich and dark poetry collection, diving into the raw emotions and memories stemming from childhood to adolescence. every word is tinged with honesty and vivid imagery, language that shakes you to the core and keeps you thinking about it long after you’ve stopped reading. Sumaiya Ahmed’s second collection examines relationships: familial, platonic and romantic, and faith (or lack thereof) in god, survival, depression and heartbreak.
it’s up on Goodreads, which is something that still excites me! like i can actually say that i’m an author! a published poet! yaaaaaayy!
and this is one of my favourite poems from this collection — it’s called THE DEATH OF FAITH:
became a soulless being,
existence a questionable meaning.
lost her hijab in defiance,
swapped prayers for condemnation,
that if she was destined for
hellfire, hell, she might as well enjoy it.
swallowed the sun that summer in ’16,
gleamed gold and glowed heavenly.
prowled the city, coming alive in the face
of sin, consecrating each sip of rum or whiskey or
with hushed laughter. this was her unlearning
every holy lesson she’d been taught.
doubt evolved from hurt,
swallowing her faith in silence and
the flirtation with the devil between her teeth.
a bruised diamond boiled in her jaw,
night laments for something more.
all the secrecy was only fun for a while.
faith meant living in exile,
but she lived that summer following
every rule she was told not to,
a haven for heaven, or maybe it was hell.
i hope you guys will be able to get the book and let me know your thoughts! i’d appreciate your support and feedback so so much ❤ and if you’re not able to but still want to read it, let me know!!