Lately

Lately I haven't been feeling myself at all.

Trying to finish a degree that my hearts just not in anymore. Kind of in a state of loss, not knowing what I'm doing or where I'm going with my life, it sort of drains the happy out of you. But khair insha'allah ><

My sister agreed to take some pics for me this morning as a pick me up (bless her <3). This is a top and skirt I made a while back- I only just realised now that they go kinda nice together, yay for colour blocking! Lol

I love these maxi skirts and oversized top combo's- they're ridiculously comfy and I can never get enough of the drapes. 

Hope you likey

Asma xx

Top: Afa Bee

Maxi skirt: Afa Bee

Shoes: New Look

Scarf: New Look

To a home I've never known

To a home I've never known

I ask my father of his childhood

And watch his face light up as he speaks of you

The memories slip off his tongue

The sunshine leaks from his words

There’s a longing in his eyes

As he gestures with his hands

Painting a picture of a time when he loved you

Of the way of life he never thought he’d lose.

In twenty one years you have become another life

But still he remembers your beauty

He tells me of mangoes so sweet

They would put the ones I am holding to shame

The smell of fresh sea air in the morning

A young man under a scorching sun.

He doesn't speak of the soldiers

He won’t tell me of their guns

Of the murdered sons, the raped daughters

Of desperation and the scent of fear

Of a small boat in the darkness lost at sea

Of parched lips praying for the sight of shore

Of terror and loss in a strange new land

And struggling to begin again.

Still faithful to your memory

He paints you in your former glory

And in my head you could have been a kingdom

If my father’s words were all I had known.

He gave me all your vibrant colours

But the rest of the world showed me your worst.

-Asma

 (Barawa, Somalia)