Division and its effects on civil movements.

The effects of bombing.

A poem on the effects of human society on mother nature.

the effects of large corporations on local small businesses

A poem on the dangers of colonialism.

a poem on nostalgia and its effects on society and popular culture.

The dangers of doom scrolling

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In the quiet corners of the mind, Where shadows twist and coil tight, A whisper echoes, sharp and clear, "Trust no one,"

BLACK LIVES MATTER!

As if believing our governments when they said "no more" wasn’t a mistake.

My Life Between The Pages.

Once, the air of Palestine danced with zaatar, a fragrant embrace of thyme and sumac.

In the stillness of evening, I sit with my cup, the glow of the screen flickering dreams in my eyes.

One moment we are joyfully at play, a group of boys, laughter soaring like kites, not a care in the world, just the ball between our...

In the hushed cocoon of the night, beneath the weight of a restless sky, a mother leans close, whispers softly,

In a quiet corner where shadows weep, A little girl dreams while the world’s asleep, Her heart, a lantern, glowing bright.

In the West, they tell me: there are two kinds of people, two shades of gender, black and white, man and woman.

The word Humanity is often used to describe the human race, but I don't think that's entirely accurate. It's the sparkle in someone's eye...

a poem about the dangers of capitalism.