I Will Not Break


Sticks and stones,
I will not break.

Blood and sweat,
I will not break.

Discrimination and condemnations,
I will not break.

Exclusion and ill treatment,
I will not break.

Hardship and loneliness,
I will not break.

Tears and betrayal,
I will not break.

Hurtful words and looks
I will not break

I am a mother, wife, sister and daughter,
I will not break.

I am a Muslim, Sinhalese and Sri Lankan,
I will not break.

Do your worst,
By the will of Allah I will never break.


Loving a Revert…


Loving a Revert means never doubting,

Never shouting,

Never ignoring,

And never nagging.

Loving a revert means always loving,

always being patient,

always compromising,

and always forgiving.

Loving a revert means to live with a child,

innocent and new to the world,

curious and puzzled,

wanting to see and touch all.

Loving a revert means to see the world differently,




and refreshed.

Loving a revert is difficult,

a challenge,

a struggle,

and to most a problem.


Loving a revert means knowing you love Allah,

His words,

His decree,

and His Prophet (SAW).

Thank you to all those beautiful souls who love reverts. It’s not easy living with us, but we appreciate your efforts. May Allah bless you all abundantly and grant you a beautiful Akhira, Ameen!

To my Husband who goes through the struggle that is me each and every day, Jazakhallah Kahiran for being you.



I shield myself from the light,

It might burn through my disguise,

And reveal what I truly am,

A shadow, a ghost, heartless, numb and so alone.


Found this buried deep in my hard drive. I was kinda morbid back then. Things weren’t that good. But it was all before I found Allah (SWT) πŸ™‚


You Will Never See

Blind to the things which are right before you,

Deaf to the sounds that play behind you,

You see not the pain and the anguish,

You see not the tears shed in hopes of relief,

You see not the darkness that approaches,

You see not the sacrifices made to move forward,

You see not the pleas of acceptance,

You see not the constant battle,

You see not the difference,

You see not the importance,

For in the end you see not what it truly is…


A shadow lurks through the night,
invisible to everyone,
his soul is almost dead,
but his spirit longs for a fight.

The night air seeps in to his heart,
leaving him breathless and numb,
the moon shines with a hallow glow,
beyond the mist lies his life.

His memories stir silently,
as he prays for another chance,
a request that goes unfulfilled,
and a question unanswered.

The flames rise consuming him,
he feels no pain,
just regret,
“Why” a whisper resonates through the air.

Tears rain from his eyes,
his mind freezes as he tries to think,
the air seems suffocating now,
his blood spills in to his soul.

As he lies in agony,
he tries to shield himself from the truth,
the past and the present dance before him,
as if to mock him and his so called glory.

But no matter how he tries,
to stand once more,
it is all in vain,
for this is the end.