Rabi’a asked someone to buy a blanket for her, giving the person four coins. The person asked: ‘Do you want a black blanket, or a white one?’ Rabi’a took back the coins, threw them in the Tigris river, and exclaimed: ‘Must we divide even blankets into distinct groups?’ - Attar
With packed bags and wet bags under my eyes
I left home.
I remember the warm breeze and cool beer,
Huddled together in my attic,
Telling stories, living memories for the last time
I’ve made plenty of memories,
Forgotten many others
Here, away from you.
What’s past has passed,
A tattoo still fresh, your impact still etched.
I grew, grow every day a little more
Away from you, yes, but home.
And every day that creeps by
Reminds me of hot smoke and happiness.
New places, faces, memories, yes,
A new home, full of love and new stories
To tell to friends, a lover huddled together
In my mind, in my heart.
My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican
parents who care