Boi-Girl Entanglement

by Maimona Khan on Sunday, April 24, 2011 at 6:32pm

Did I ever tell you about this boi-girl entanglement?

She was un-attached,
He insisted that she was the one for him.

She was in the midst of patching her heart together,

He was in the midst of trying to be the man, he knew he could be.

She mistrusted everything, wanting to remove the magical-moronic mentality that had mired her perspective.

He wanted to feel the wonderment of worth from those whom he believed with the utmost certitude he needed to prove himself to.

They both had other plans,
and Somehow they became entangled.

She wanted friendship,
he wanted more,
he won –                                          

Catalysing the slow patchwork across her existence…

He was persistent,
showering her with complete devotion.

She was unsure,
panicking, debating–

He was genuine in his pursuit,
proving his care…

And so, she finally accepted the entanglement.

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But having her was not enough,
he shut down.

She was no longer the only thing he wanted,
but rather the approval of past bystanders.

Ghosts haunted his existence; whispering reminders of unfulfilled desires,

He became preoccupied in this dance (half-heartedly continuing the entanglement).

She was KO-ed with guilt,

he felt nothing,

then felt something,

then nothing,

then something again,

and for the next few pages he continued this sporadic ritual.

She didn’t love him yet,
but she did care.

With him inspiration befriended her,
something she had long since misplaced.

He couldn’t love her,
he didn’t love himself.                                            

He cared for her,
but not more than himself.

And so one Sunday afternoon,
he was busy conversing with his ghosts when she came online…

She had long been feeling let down by his retirement into solitary confinement,
 and so decided to pry...

He was haste and moronic.

She was impatient and vulnerable.

And with this they bid adieu…

and the manifestation of the entanglement revealed itself –

like magic,

Abrakadabra - dis-entangled.

Amena

by Maimona Khan on Friday, May 13, 2011 at 4:04pm

Once upon a twenty first century, a teenager struggled to define herself. With her pink streaked hair, she continued her education in a British institution, developing her skills and knowledge –

Yet what being British could not help resolve was this conflict that she felt within herself. She looked to her Indian heritage as maybe offering some consolation, however, this too merely offered nothing but more confusion. And so the final definitive feature she looked to was her religion – Islam. Struggling at first to comprehend the creed inherited from her family, she attempted to make sense of it with the help of being British and Indian.

Still this did not actualise any uniformity in who she was, and so she continued trudging along in her journey to self actualise an identity. She changed her hair colour, and now with purple coloured hair she journeyed on a TeachFirt program away from familiarity.

It was here, in the company of solace she found the answer to her melancholic confusion. Spirituality called out to her, and with the help of the life of the most beautiful beacon of light in Islam – the Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him, she found a consolidation in her identity.

They say there are many paths to God, and for her this was it.

Now, twenty-three, she found a home in Islamic spirituality and the rest fell into place, a domino effect. This is not to say she no longer struggled, struggles are a commonplace in life… however, the peace within herself about who she was enabled the most amazing occurrences to happen.

One day she married.

Another day, on her way to an Islamic convention, she decided to cover her hair. Since then, this piece of cloth was contently adopted as part of who she was.