Hadiqah’s4eyes

  I didn’t have the motivation to write a new piece. And even now, I’m not sure I do. In my head, I said I was going to post every week. I haven’t posted since last week Tuesday. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I kept telling myself, “Tomorrow.” And even today, I almost whispered it again. (But if you’re reading this, then I didn’t.) I’ve started four drafts this week, unfinished thoughts scattered in my notes, each one abandoned halfway through because I just wasn’t feeling it. But someone told me to  not overthink the next art I want to birth and just do it—to keep showing up. I love being who I am, it’s extremely beautiful. I don’t need grand reasons to be motivated. sometimes, all it takes is a gentle thing, a kind word, a passing breeze and suddenly,  I feel like I can take on the world,  I’m reminded that maybe I still believe in beautiful days. Do you know why I decided to write this morning, before my 8 a.m. class? My grandma called. We only spoke f...

  I like to convince myself that I don’t always write about loss, but it seems like I always do. When I’m very excited, I don’t seem to remember that I write. But the moment it gets a little quiet, I remember. I don’t want to be a sad writer, and I honestly don’t think I am. I have happy days too, a lot. Maybe happiness just lives so deeply inside me that I’m too busy taking care of my guest to write about it. But rather than a sad writer, I think I’m someone who writes about love and experiences, Because how lucky am I to have the ability to immortalize my feelings, memories, and thoughts… and call it art?” Today’s story is about    one of the ways I think I’ve grown over the years and it starts with a beautiful young lady—one that I will always carry in my heart. I had other best friends too, but I experience my friends differently, And this is how I experience d her beautifully. Back in SS1, I truly believed she’d be there on my wedding day, teary-eyed, taking pictures...