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will you have someone left to love? a poem
I imagine you were young in time when age enveloped you in the folds under your eyes (the skin around your eye is the thinnest part of the organ that…
Apr 26
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Why Humanitarian Systems Are Not Built to Respond to Climate Change
Written by a humanitarian practitioner and founder of the Kalaam Project, a nonprofit organization creating sustainable solutions in Afghanistan in…
Apr 24
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the wedding & birth: poems
excerpts from my poetry collection on a young girl navigating life after her parents flee war in Afghanistan, & her relationship with her mother as she…
Apr 12
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countertops?? + announcing my soon to be released chapbook!!
do realtors hate people that are single?
Apr 11
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on women's rage, the school to prison pipeline, & boxing
boxing feels a lot like EDMR therapy once you’re enraged enough, that’s probably why I decided to skip class today.
Mar 14
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Why Your Muslim Friends Aren’t Talking About Pakistan’s War on Afghanistan
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why you should have never stolen my bike.
Aug 25, 2025
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everyone in Afghanistan has a front porch
Jun 11, 2025
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the lululemon jacket did not save my life
Jul 9, 2025
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I will not write of war but
Jul 23, 2024
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in Afghanistan, we dance.
Jul 7, 2025
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Why Your Muslim Friends Aren’t Talking About Pakistan’s War on Afghanistan
This question may come across as the oppression Olympics, or as if I am trying to paint Afghans as the saddest victims in the world asking why no one is…
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I eat chicken now
I’m a picky eater, I can acknowledge that.
Jan 28
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proof i'm still alive
i’m wearing my brown gymshark sweats, a kendrick lamar long sleeved shirt, my dad’s black zip up hoodie, and my mom’s brown running shoes.
Jan 14
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my muslim: a poem
inspired by Halal If You Hear Me, by Fatimah Asghar & Safia Elhillo
Jan 11
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the american dream: a poem
white picket fence shaved green lawn maybe a yard baba flips dough pizza, in this four by four infested apartment the landlord has trouble saying…
Jan 8
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12 things I am thinking about as the year comes to a close
my saffron vanilla candle sits at the left corner of my desk.
Dec 26, 2025
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the first time I heard someone call my dad an orphan
yateem (يَتِيم) is an Arabic term that means orphan, specifically referring to a child who has lost one or both parents.
Dec 13, 2025
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literary works of a poet, essayist, literary curator, and humanitarian. sayeda’s writing explores displacement, identity, and resilience.
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