this rubble is ours

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…

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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 • sayeda

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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 • sayeda

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countertops?? + announcing my soon to be released chapbook!!

do realtors hate people that are single?

Apr 11 • sayeda

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March 2026

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 • sayeda

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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…

Mar 3 • sayeda

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January 2026

I eat chicken now

I’m a picky eater, I can acknowledge that.

Jan 28 • sayeda

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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 • sayeda

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my muslim: a poem

inspired by Halal If You Hear Me, by Fatimah Asghar & Safia Elhillo

Jan 11 • sayeda

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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 • sayeda

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December 2025

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 • sayeda

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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 • sayeda

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