Poetry by Samiullah Khokhar

                       Kaydee H CC




Self-Harm & Acceptance

What if this sadness was a gift, my child ?
your broken heart meant to heal others.

What if this sadness was a gift, my child ?
your tears meant to water the gardens of tomorrow

What if this sadness was a gift, my child ?
And you were meant for so much more.

Put down that blade, and rest easy.
For this too shall pass.
We are all but returning home.
Blessed, more than you could ever know.

And in this sadness, my child,
I wouldn’t have you any other way. ​

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Sami, short for Samiullah, often translated from arabic to 'listener' or 'The one who listens to God' was born and raised in Karachi, Pakistan. Writing has always been a form of expression that helped him to understand himself, and connect. He writes not with the intention to impress, even though that feels very nice, but to connect with others. The thought of having someone, whose life, experience and geography are unknown to him, but knowing that in this strange existence, his words meant something to them, there is no greater feeling in the world than that.

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