HANEEFAH ABDULRAHMAN HANEEFAH ABDULRAHMAN

It's 2:20 something am ish and I just stay, stare, listen

I find it funny that I do still wake up nervous... Like today , I woke up nervous at what will the everyday life i see be... It's crazy how we don't get used to life...

Yesterday, I broke my door by accident and breaking my door is a metaphor to exposing my bookshelf to the devouring hands of my brothers. I was worried through the night, thinking of the safety of my books when I step out of the house ...

Note: I was not in my room in the cover picture. I was in a bookstore.

Note: The cover picture is not my room. It is a bookstore.

The silence that invokes beauty and fear is enjoyable, an amazing thing...

The fear of death or not seeing light again, perhaps...perhaps, the fear of seeing the light... The world is blessed...

It's funny how your thoughts make me forget my own mind's worth but fix my whole on what you have in stock...in your thoughts... Okay I am gonna stop

It makes me dream of a heart, mind, soul without a body