Mariyam Thahira

I think the best way to introduce myself would be to portray what makes me unique first. So, let me just say that unlike usual poets or writers who proudly declare how they’ve been in love with words since infancy (of course I exaggerated a little bit, but oh well..), I never had a passion for reading  until the age of twelve. It has just been two years since I started  writing, so yes, you’re dealing with an amateur here.
Other than literature I am fascinated by science, psychology, public speaking and religious studies to a great extent. I also try to inculcate some of those interests of mine into my literary works.
As far as my profession is considered, I’m just a student , aspiring to make a tiny difference in this big big world one day.
My favourite writers would be Khalid Hosseini, Umera Ahmed, Rupi Kaur and many many more. I personally prefer writings that deal with hardships of life in different parts of the world, cultural works, realistic ones and of course, non-fiction.
The most supportive people I’m grateful for are my parents, relatives, friends, teachers and the community of writers and readers I’ve befriended on various writing apps and websites. They’re the main reason you find me here. So a huge shout out to all of them! Most importantly, Alhamdulillah (All Thanks be To God) for teaching mankind the various parts of the art of communication, in our case, poetry.
Find out more about me through:
My Blog
My Instagram
You can contact me through:
Email: mariyam224@gmail.com

flowers-by-mariyam-thahira-photo-by-antonina-bukowskaPhoto credit: Antonina Bukowska

Flowers

By Mariyam Thahira

So what if your past is ugly?
Derive lessons from every encounter,
and let them nourish further
the process of transforming thee
to who you aspire
to really be.

For, from the dirtiest
of mud, exclusively
do the most elegant
of flowers rise beautifully.


Edition XVI

Refugee's Plight - by Mariyam Thahira (photo by Tarek Roumie)Photo credit: Tarek Roumie

Refugee’s Plight

By Mariyam Thahira

Envision your land
that had nurtured flowers,
graceful and kind-hearted,
suddenly being invaded
by insects, of sympathy, devoid.

Envision the peaceful doves,
who above thee once flew,
being shot indiscriminately.

Envision the sky which was once permeated
with rainbows, brightly tinted,
abruptly being confined
by clouds, rayless and cold,
that sprinkle bombs without any end.

Envision the fresh grassy garden
where you first cherished the scent of rain,
being converted into a graveyard,
of memories that can never be recreated.

Envision those mighty walls,
who protection to you: guaranteed
and a safe haven: offered,
being effortlessly destroyed
as you watch through helpless eyes.

Envision yourself being forced
to safeguard your dear ones
despite the delicacy of your bones.

Envision your participation
in a warfare, sans another option,
as you defend an innocent nation,
unarmed, unprotected and unaided,
but with an invincible determination.

Every time your heart
refuses to defend refugees
remind yourself of this poetic art
that encourages your conscience
to envision their lives.


Edition XVII

Graveyard - by Mariyam Thahira (Photo by Ismael Nieto)Photo credit: Ismael Nieto

Graveyard

By Mariyam Thahira

“Life isn’t a bed”,
they said,
“of roses, red.”
“Instead,” I concluded,
“it’s a graveyard,
of souls.. dead,
absorbed in the activity
of destroying the rest,
of whatever humanity
is somewhat left.
For some people symbolise
decomposers.
They constantly crave
for corpses.”


Edition XVIII

Urban Loneliness - by Mariyam Thahira (Photo by Ajmal Cholakkal)Photo credit: Ajmal Cholakkal

Urban Loneliness

By Mariyam Thahira

Restless, I feel,
watching wings flutter,
birds soar,
leaves rustle,
and kids bustle,
beneath me.
Low, I often feel,
although at the highest floor,
do I actually reside.
Nature is away,
much beyond my touch,
maybe, that’s why.