The gap between my teeth widens
I’m six years of carelessness and a body clothed in flesh
My flesh is skin and a human anatomy I’m yet to understand
My flesh is carrot juice and French fries
My flesh is a subtraction of the numerical, perhaps the only confusion in my life
My flesh is unafraid and knows how to breathe in and out without having to give it a second thought
My flesh sees other flesh like mine and that’s where the story simply ends
Years later my headscarf has another story to tell
The bindi upon my forehead tells yet another story
And just like that, so many stories gather themselves at the periphery of my existence
My best friend dabs my cheek in pinks and greens
My best friend waits more eagerly for sewiyan than I do for Eid
Do you like horror stories? I do too
I think we all enjoy a little thrill in this mundane existence
We’re all looking for something out of the ordinary to provide forethought to
What if that horror isn’t fiction anymore?
It is as real as the red bindi across your forehead and as dark as my black Hijab
It has its horrors that transform streets into a war zone
Cities into hell
Cold winter mornings smell of gunfire that echoes through these lanes
But do you know what sounds worse than that? The silence
That is the scariest story of this divide
It isn’t secluded to bloodshed and cries for help and hunger and poverty and dirty politics and differences and awkward means of reaching out to each other and change in perspective and the birth of ‘Us’ and ‘Them’ and ‘He’ and ‘She’ and a myriad other pronouns that have been put to shame
It is the silence that has followed this divide
The lack of a proper noun to voice concern
The lack of a proper noun to replace the wrong
Because black will always remain black no
Matter what shade is forced upon it.

Image Credits: Photo by Alex on Unsplash



  1. parikhit dutta says:

    This is pure excellent! The differences that some people with vested interests have created between people who breathe the same air, drink the same water. Sigh!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Nameera says:

      I know right! It’s slowly deteriorating the reality we live in and love despite the many differences that creep in.


  2. Sameera says:

    Maybe feeling this helplessness and questioning things around make us more humane than the others.
    Honestly I love your writing style. Feels good to read you here.💙


    1. Nameera says:

      Oh I swear to God it feels good to write here Sam! I feel like after a point of time, you just want to come back to WP you know. No matter how long you’ve been away! Also i haven’t been receiving a lot of comments so I just saw this 😀 I’m so glad to hear that, exactly, asking questions does make us different from the rest.

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      1. Sameera says:

        Slowly you will get the traffic on your blog because no one can resist such good poems. It feels better here, like people really really read what we write. I feel art stays pure here without any filter. 😉

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Nameera says:

        Oh yes, that’s so true!


    1. Nameera says:

      So happy to hear that,thank you!!

      Liked by 1 person

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