Biography
"What am I living for?" This question often arises in our minds, leading us to doubt the purpose and true meaning of our lives, accompanied by a myriad of other questions. In the search for answers, we sometimes find ourselves trapped in deeper uncertainties. Life may not always provide instant answers, but every step we take to understand and embrace this journey is part of discovering our purpose. Amidst the uncertainties, there is always an opportunity to see life from a new perspective. On a personal level, I recognize my own limitations in holding onto these realizations. Through poetry, I hope to preserve them for a longer time. Moreover, I am aware that many others also face such moments of doubt. Some may end up feeling lost and confused. For those individuals, I wish to share the small spark I have found. I hope what I write can help them uncover the vulnerabilities and strengths within themselves—parts of their being that they might find difficult to express. Additionally, in my journey as a woman navigating various concerns and issues, I gained perspectives that provided me with clarity. As a woman and a Muslim, I enjoy sharing my perspective on what it means to be a Muslim woman. One topic that I focus on is women in Islam, often perceived as "oppressed." You can find one of these perspectives on my personal blog: https://womenundertheembraceofislam.blogspot.com/. Another spark from my journey can also be found on my other blog: https://ilovemyself1899.blogspot.com/.
I Am Nobody!
I am nobody When my career is gone I am nobody When my money is gone I am nobody When my name is gone I am nobody When my body is gone I am nobody! I am no body?! I am a nobody who puts some glitter on I am a no body who I call Myself
She Who is Called A Monster
Her world once ran on her behalf, She freely enjoyed her stuff, Brushing the town so confidently, Proudly showing her beauty. Walking towards a long road, Her body broke, Pain spreading deep into her bones, Yet she holds on to hope. Inside her tiny little body, She carries majesty, That's what is called a baby, A forerunner that will lead the world to where it is to be. Some call her a monster, But they don’t know, the loneliness growing within her. She was once just a girl, Until the world named her a mother. When she falls into the blue, Don’t ask why she doesn’t understand you. She may not even understand herself, Yet still, child, husband, home, she gave them life.
The Father’s Serenade
In the evening, He starts singing, Between two legs crossing, Confessing sins through wording, Merging silence with truths he's meeting, His voice rippling as waves keep unfolding. His serenade of the evening, Filling the air in the name of healing, Soothing birds in cages to sleeping Letting clams breathe free from the drying, A hymn calming the ocean’s surging. And even babies stop crying, While evil spirits are running. He keeps forgiving, Never judging, His heart keeps aiming, Toward God everlasting.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Yanma Hidayah
The Most Gracious (16/01/2025)
The Father’s Serenade (12/01/2025)
Before the Fall (10/01/2025)
The Heir of Wounds (08/01/2025)
The Quieted Innocence (06/01/2025)
Sorry, In the Name of A Cloud (02/01/2025)
Fairy Floss (27/12/2024)
She Who Is Called A Monster (23/12/2024)
I Know (19/12/2024)
Under the City Light (15/12/2024)
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