My Manic and I

Please tell the moon it’s over.
We have loved one another for a quarter of a century
so I know she will understand me when I say:
I’m tired and I’m giving up.
Tell her I’m through.
I’ve become too fascinated with darkness to let her light rule me.

Tell the moon I’m sorry.
April was a graveyard that buried me.
And I am not as dead as I would like and
I am barely who I was when I was above ground,

and moon, beautiful moon,
you keep whispering the sweetest things into my ear,
and I hear you,
and I appreciate you,

and I don’t mean this the wrong way.
I don’t mean to hurt you,
but I let the gloom take over me.

Tell the moon it’s all my fault.
I let things slip away from me.
I had an affair with the absence of light
in our bed,
an April ago,

and it has made a home out of my infidelity.
And I didn’t want to hurt her this way,
And I didn’t want to hurt you this way, moon,
but I kept seeing his face every time you looked down on me.

 

*Disclaimer: This poem is named after Laura Marling’s song, “My Manic and I”.

Update: My poetry finally has a Youtube Channel!

Darling Readers,

I’m pleased to announce that I finally have a Youtube channel! After 2 years of performing my poetry on stage, I’ve decided it was time to post these performances publicly.

This was a big decision to make, but I’m feeling very optimistic about it. I’ve uploaded 3 videos thus far, but I’m hoping I’ll have more during the upcoming months.

Please feel free to watch the videos, comment, share, and subscribe to my channel!

Here’s a peak:

Summers At Home

Nothing grows here in the summer.
The trees, once tall and proud now
droop over sideways, sunburnt and
dizzy with delirium. The birds have
forgotten how to sing; too tired to
tweet their favorite symphonies.

Nothing grows here in the summer.
Even the buildings shrink with the
heat, for once despising their near-
ness to the sky. They don’t look
up to pray anymore: their heads
hanging down avoiding god.

Nothing grows here in the summer.
The grass has learnt that and every
year shrivels in anticipation. And
the flowers: they hang themselves
from their branches – would rather
take matters into their own hands.

Nothing grows here. Mostly in the
summer, but oftentimes the whole
year through. The stench of still-
ness fills the air and drowns our
lungs in stagnation. We have all
gotten used to it. Ask anyone.

Nothing grows here in the summer.
My spine, once tall and proud now
droops downwards. My body shrinks
with the heat. My lungs are filled with
waiting for a better day, but my
head hangs loose from my shoulders-

I’ve gotten used to it. Oftentimes
it lasts the whole year through.
Nothing grows here – the law
strictly forbids it – no matter
our efforts. Now we’ve put our
gardening tools away, and our

bird-houses, and we are no longer
fascinated with tall buildings or
pretty flowers. Nothing grows here,
we’ve learned. So even our dreams
we’ve learned to nip quietly in the bud
before anyone sees them.

Darling Readers,

A huge thank you to everyone who has purchased Strip! All your love and support mean the world to me. Thank you a thousand times over for the motivation and the constantly inspiring me to do better. I hope I have delivered.

For those who have yet to order or are interested in ordering a signed copy, I am about to order a bunch of copies I can sell to you personally. If you live in Riyadh, we can meet and I can hand it over and say hello; and if you live elsewhere, I can ship it to you (it’ll be the same price -$17- plus shipping). I could sign it, write a note, write some secrets or some of my favorite poems!

If you’re interested, mention me on Twitter (@7allo), or email me at 7allo@riyadhwritingclub.com.

Have a good day!

UPDATE: The signed copies are sold out for the time being.  I will make sure to inform you if I happen to order another batch. However, if you already own a copy and would like it signed, I could still meet up with you (females of Riyadh) and sign it myself.

Please do email me still if you’re interested.

To everyone who has already ordered their copy – your name is on the list and I will be contacting you as soon as I can ship them out. Thank you for your interest!

Much love,
7ala.

Update: Strip goes paperback!

Dear Readers,

I had the most wonderful of birthdays this year. I was lucky to be surrounded by magnificent people who showered me with so much love and affection and kindness; I thought I must have been a saint in a previous life.

I have come to the conclusion that I’m in that stage in my life where I’ve carefully hand-picked the people I want around me and I’ve done a marvellous job of it. All the people I call my best friends are nothing short of my family members. And my family members are my very best friends. And that’s where happiness lies, isn’t it? When the two intersect, and you never run short of love?

Reader, I am in a beautiful place in my life. I am content and joyous and blessed and thankful and satisfied and happy and happy and in love. And even though my comfort zone has been shaken by this, I am most excited to announce that thanks to my beautiful and amazing family of best friends, I am now a published author!

Strip the Paperback version (which you can purchase here!) is a compilation of my works of poetry from December 2010 until June 2013. This book is the collective effort of my best friend and publisher Meshael Al Blehed and my beautiful friends Nora Al Madhi and Nora Abdullah. I could never fully express my love and gratitude for all they’ve done for me.

I hope whoever purchases this book enjoys it fully. And to whoever does: thank you so much for the support!

Much love,
7ala.