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I don't take love differently. Like something you have to do. I love like I breathe. I love like it's what we are made for. Like not loving is not living. You see, sometimes, I may forget to talk to you. Sometimes, I may become someone you never knew. Sometimes, you may have to know me all over again. People are like crafts with many layers. You can't unfold them in a day. There's so much of learning, and relearning and unlearning. There's so much forgiving and hurting and forgiving again. You stay through the phases because you love. That's what love is all about. It's a home you can't touch, but you stay in it for as long as you live.
-Sabina Yesmin
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Sometimes, I repeat your name in my mind so much that you almost become a song I hum absentmindedly watching the sun go home.
-Sabina Yesmin
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Tara Hardy, from “Salt in the Wind”, My, My, My, My, My
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It's easy for me now to ask someone to stay or to leave me alone. It's easy to show that I care. It's easy to ignore what doesn't faze me. I have allowed myself the freedom to just be. To be authentically and unapologetically myself. I don't play around with hidden feelings. Be transparent with me and you can be with my being like air is. I don't go beyond a certain point to interpret anything or anyone. If it matters that much to you, if I matter, you will let me know. That's the belief I carry forward now.
-Sabina Yesmin
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Don't you think we would be much less lonely if we just learn to reach out and speak our hearts? This world is full of smiling faces carrying hearts who long for a listener. Imagine if we just open ourselves up for new experiences. This digital world doesn't have to be toxic only, use it well and you can find your safe space here too.
-Sabina Yesmin
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HOW TO HANDLE CRITICISM
See who is criticising. Criticisms from people who have no idea about your art are as good as no criticism. They deserve to be ignored right there.
Criticisms from people who have little ideas about your work are often less about what you do, and more about what they want to see. If you pay attention, and look beyond the surface, it can definitely help you make major developments in your art form.
Criticisms from people who are master at what you do come in three forms: Firstly, they talk about how different your work is from theirs. This hardly brings any effect to your work. Secondly, they degrade your work because of superiority issues or insecurities. They are clearly avoidable. Thirdly, people who respect art and provide good suggestions. Be open to them and include them in getting better.
-Sabina Yesmin
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The assailant is in prison now, a week later. I am home, watching a teensy bird with resplendent blue feathers snuggle its mother. The world outside is busy, just like it was a few days ago, unfazed by a woman being assaulted in the dark or by the merciless killings of innocent lives in Palestine.
Everything is the same about this place: hearts breaking quietly, children losing childhood, parents suffering emotional harassment by the ones they raised with care, greed winning over virtues and souls turning shallow.
That's how vague this maze is. You have only come here to return, and to survive this limited life in this invisible warzone, all you have to do is surrender. Nothing good comes out from holding onto something that was never yours. Neither life. Nor death. Be water. Be air. Just flow. Just be, until your final call.
© Sabina Yesmin
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Pictures of you are going to make me smile,
You remind me of the days when I used to aim for the sky,
Dead faces smile at me when I close my eyes,
Drenched in ink even the scars make me feel alive,
Lost it all, I won't lose this time,
Still like the air, I am nobody's but I will make you mine.
© Sabina Yesmin
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Star-studded sky,
the shining moon,
pre-summer midnight breeze,
the old habit of looking at the distance lost in thoughts,
blanket made of dark history
over the shoulders,
and then a sneaky chuckle
because for the first time
hurting isn't a new affair,
being broken isn't a fear,
life in its entirety is a poem.
© Sabina Yesmin
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The more I understand love, the better I realise how incomplete life, laugh and literature is without it. I have always stayed a step away from taking that fall, not because I was afraid of breaking my heart, but because no one was worthy of that privilege. Nobody ever crossed themselves for me. Nobody chose me over their insecurities. Nobody really fought for me. It's only recently that I found someone with equal boundaries and the urge to tell them that I would be the difference they look for finds me. Now that I don't recklessly give myself to anyone, I am beginning to measure if I have found the right person who could have the privilege to break my heart if they want. Am I in my right mind? Probably not. But, I was always ready to take the risk for the one who would fight against me to fight for me.
-Sabina Yesmin
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I came across a beautiful soul not so many weeks ago, and I am slowly beginning to understand the reason why. Serendipity. Because Allah knew I would need something to hold onto, like the curiosity to know someone better.
People come to your life in mysterious ways. But, never for once think that it's an accident. They are always placed for a reason, to meet a purpose. Treat everyone with kindness that's why. Regardless of how they perceive you. It's either to elevate your character or to add a pretty hue to your life.
-Sabina Yesmin
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She feels like
Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody;
Every time I hear her speak,
I feel the melancholy of an
imminent goodbye.
~she told me she's the wind.
© Sabina Yesmin
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But, we are not the writers of our story, writers know what the next pages would look like. Some of us are not even stories, we are random pieces taken from everyone else's tales. Nothing in us is ours. Some of us have to die away from everything to dive in and meet ourselves. Every monk waited for miracles to bring them their kind of ease before they lost it all and became one.
-Sabina Yesmin
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Late -
Missing out on saying that one sorry
before the heart breaks;
Walking a minute late to say that
you didn't mean it and watch them drive away;
Confessing that you forgave
before someone takes the last breath;
Admitting that it was love
before all of it just slips away.
Not late -
Taking the first step again at thirty;
Standing last among peers
because your natural flow is unconventional;
Finding yourself before making
for yourself a name.
-Sabina Yesmin
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And you? When your eyes wear that guilt every time something makes you smile, what do you secretly fear? How many layers of ache have you buried in your heart?
-Sabina Yesmin
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It's not like I haven't tried to make a space for you in my heart, but the way you forget that to love is to love everyone who loves your beloved makes me want to build the walls that I crumbled for you once.
-Sabina Yesmin
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If I were to die tomorrow, do not be upset for me. Know that I have lived well, I was sincere towards my responsibilities, I was loyal to my passion, I was honest and patient with love, I practiced kindness like I breathed. If at all death comes to me tomorrow, it will only come as a reward, to liberate me from this temporary abode and take me to where I have always belonged. Wish me a safe and easy journey instead.
-Sabina Yesmin
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