Something I can touch.

Assume all TRIGGER WARNINGs. I've been trying to write about such issues more often and I hope I do them justice. (secret: you might enjoy the poem more if you google the meaning of some of the names). Here you go: "When my father told me we were the gold pot at the end of the rainbow, I was only ten. He loved rainbows....."

Through the eyes of Mohamed Mattar

About a month ago, news came that a young man had died protecting two women in Sudan. He was shot. His favorite color was blue and that's where #blueforsudan comes from. They still need our help and that's only possible through spreading awareness. So this is me, doing that in the way I know how to.....

Sevenfold

Till the day the world is a safe place to live in, I'll write about the reasons why it's not. While I do sugar-coat things very often to give people reasons to smile, I know that being raw is the only option to spread awareness. This post is about marital rape and justice.

Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....

A letter to you for a word/sentence.

To you, for every time a woman said no. I need you to listen. When I was ten, my mom thought it was important for me to learn two things - one, that tomatoes weren't vegetables and two, that 'no' is a sentence. Being a writer, I am going to give my memory a metaphorical reference for you to become a better human. Read this, become better and then find me. Okay? Here you go....