🦋 It's Raihana & no one else 🦋

 22nd August 2023      She was somehow a Lebanese.. perhaps an Arab.. whose kind soul was the warmth of the friendship between my family and her. Her husband, was caught dead while protecting the country, he was a brave, fine soldier. And this woman, she had that big eyes and a pointy nose. Her hair was nearly curl and it is in light brown. She was a doctor and somehow people are so greed for heaven that they got her killed. In that dream, she was a good friend of mine.     " You take her! " was her last word to me, for her first born. The little angel was just born and knew nothing. Not even she could recognize her mother.      So I called her mine.. That time was as if I am an independent adult, alone, and ready to spend my life for the little girl. I brought her everywhere and taught her to laugh. She has that bright, big smile and that cheeks, light pink shades whenever she sees me. Her eyes blue and, she is mine.     I remember...

  to be a lover is to be a fool as i know nothing but you -R, 21; an idiot, strike one. an idiot, strike three.

  let me be your homeland let you be free -R, 21; an occupied soldier

  the stars, were not as  fascinating the night, appeared darker you were the protagonist as well a liar  -R, 21; too good to be true.  

  mistreat guest like a refugee how an occupied heart can ever declare it is free? - R, 21; between 2 places.

  " for if you are the killer i shall let that be " ---------------------------------------------- .... as my heart  gracefully dance  in the city of Istanbul perhaps his name  be closer than my vein..... -R, 21; as vulnerable 

  you are the braille of the divine - R, 21; beautifully unsung

 13th August 2023, 0302hrs.  This is a spoiler; i thought i might have some times to write down the remaining chapters of the previous Chapter 1 entry since some of you have been quite excited - of course, be it good or bad. However, being forcedly to consider this short semester i am taking currently, which shamelessly proud of invading my whole life from me, perhaps i might not be able to even realize my own right to opt my own self over this journey of losing my mind (read: study).  I have tons of poems specifically customized, or should i say crafted for each episode, and i dont want them to just rot in the android notes so, i think i'll publish them all and reckon the sense of clues shall be halal for everyone till i get this hectic semester over with insyallah :)  Raihana.