Bright Days

I loath

bright days

when the sun is

grinning from ear to ear

I loath bright days

when the breeze is


and the birds chirp

a joyous tune

I loath bright days

when I desire rain

to match

my crying




She lies on the roof

and wished

winds would

sweep her away.

She reached her hand out to

the comforting abyss

in the horizon,

but it seemed more far

which each stretch.

The stars wept

and their tears

rained upon


as she fell asleep

on the frozen roof.

My Writing for an Online Publication.

Hello, everyone. I write for an online magazine called The Islamic Monthly. an award winning, nonreligious, nonpartisan, first-of-its-kind independent magazine, which has tens of thousands of readers in the US, and many more internationally. I thought I would share with my readers an interesting article I wrote and an interview I did with the first female Afghan pilot, Niloofar Rhmani. 1st Lt Rhmani made headlines earlier this May when she was the first female pilot in thirty years to graduate from the Afghan Air Force. Unfortunately, she is not receiving death threats from anonymous people. The article is right here: if you are interested. Please share! Thank you!