

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, is on display at Hidden Gems Emporium and coming up is my interview with its owner, Kayla.


My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, is on display at Hidden Gems Emporium and coming up is my interview with its owner, Kayla.



I still can’t believe it’s on display! Enjoy some poetry that’ll give you a fresh perspective about social issues, relationships, and self-awareness! Please don’t forget to write a review!
Mother, daughter, sister, wife, friend,
All are one and the same in muslim women.
We hear what we need,
We mishear what we deem reprehensible!
We learn early the need for compromise, understanding,
And flexibility which are requirements of survival
In a world where the ‘I’ is more important than fighting
For togetherness, unity, and equality. Rather,
It’s replaced by the needs of the individual!
They surpass and prevail over the duties of the whole,
Whether that be the couple, nuclear and extended
Family which help fortify and solidify the need,
More, the essential requirements of values, ethics, and religiously
Equitable interactions that eliminate racism and all that’s dicrimatory.
We have to seem ‘perfect’ in both appearance and morality.
We have to be learned, open minded, not fearfully
Aware that we can be imperfect, human, and loving.
Not being the epitome of everything only highlights your humanity.
#happy Woman’s Day


In the link below, the owner of the Bookstore, talks about my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, by: Malak Kalmoni Chehab
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1bdbXbyeRmGRfeTynbztZ8VLKdntvBtP3?usp=sharing



Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, Value Defined. It talks about diamond mines and their inhumane treatment of miners, and capitalists’ exploitation.


Winter’s darkened clouds
Hover, lost in starless skies,
As leaden, pewter, ebony ravens
Coalesce in a wonder of worlds.
As the nights are long,
Your thoughts are flung
Into dusky abysses of dung.
As the sleepless nights dance
Into your nightmarish dreams and glance
At the blackish sea where they take a stance;
The sleepless nights fizzle
Making insomnia a rare puzzle
For those trying to live life without a muzzle,
Straining to contain life’s wuzzel.

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