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But at the end of the day the sea and the sky never meet at the horizon, and just like that, your love for me was just another illusion.

—Mahin Ismail

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There are times my soul tremble in fear when men stare at me with sinful grins on their faces while I’m walking from college to my home. There are times my stomach flipped when the man who hissed at me followed me until I got into a cab out of fear. I’ve reached the point where I don’t walk alone on the street without keeping my keys fixed between my knuckles picturing the perfect place to shove them in if a man tries to grope me. I am tired. I am tired of listening to the filth you pour out of your mouth commenting on my body as if you have any right to sexualize the very existence of myself. Please stop. please stop asking me what my number is or where I am heading. The things you say make me uncomfortable can’t you see? I should be able to walk down the street and feel free. We live in a society where girls are told not to go out at night, to cover themselves up, to stay home if there’s no one to accompany them. But when will you teach the boys that it’s not okay to whistle at a girl or to comment on her breast, that she is also human and not an object that they can rub their hands on wherever they feel like. I wish there comes a day when I’ll be able to walk down the street without feeling uncomfortable, unsafe or embarrassed or without having to worry about what item I’m carrying would serve as the best defense if a man tries to lay their hands on me. I wish there comes a day when I can walk down the street without being harassed or objectified regardless of my gender or what I am wearing.

Mahin Ismail, Please stop street harassment.

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“I wrote you poems about the ocean and you left me to drown in them.”

— Mahin Ismail

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Leave.

Leave.

Leave.

The moment you see his love dripping on someone else’s hands, leave.

This is no competition, he’s not trophy, there’s no point in starting a war for a coward of a man who cheats.

Leave.

Leave.

Leave.

I cannot stress this enough but it’s not his love that’s running through your veins, darling, it’s the poison that he has been giving you since day one, since the day he decided to sleep with someone else at night while singing songs of love in your ears during the day.

Leave.

Leave.

Leave.

Before you start to accept the moans of someone else as your own, before you start believing the smell of that unfamiliar perfume on his shirt is yours, before you lose the very little amount of sanity that you hold.

Leave.

Because trying to remove the toxin out of someone so toxic may lead to your own mayhem.

— Mahin Ismail.

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This Valentine’s Day give yourself the love you’re willing to give others. And promise yourself that you’ll keep doing the same, everyday.

—Mahin Ismail, note to self.

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“For my daughters, You’re gonna be born into a society that will try to sew your lips and chain you down but before they try to seize your voice remember that you are born with scorching flames inside of you, you’re meant to roar like a dragon. So never let anyone silence yourself. You’re gonna grow up surrounded by people who will insist on sculpting your body according to what their idea of perfection is. But before they blind you with this delusion, I want you to know that you’re not obliged to meet up with their standards of beauty. You’re made of cosmos and combat, and that’s far more beautiful than what anyone can ever be. You will be expected to keep quiet, may it be when a boy in your class pulls your hair or when a man gropes you on the street. You will be told not to overreact. At times like that I want you to know that you’re stronger than you think, and you should raise your voice against anyone who violates your body. Tell the boy in your class not to pull your hair so he won’t grow up to think it’s okay to grope a girl on the street. Education is one of the most important part of you life, don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise. You will be born to be leaders, to move mountains, to make a change in this world and nothing will help you more than having a good education so never compromise your education for anyone. You’re gonna be born with divine fire wrapped in thunder. You’re gonna be strong like hurricanes and cyclones. And nothing can ever stop you. For when you will be born, It wouldn’t be the birth of just a girl; It would be the birth of a revolution.”

— Mahin Ismail

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Maybe it’s the way your eyes gleam when you talk about the stars and the constellations. Or how you smile, With a hint of excitement, When you tell me how you find solace in watching the sunrise. Maybe it’s the way you love the oceans, As if there are waves breaking on to the walls of your heart. Or the way you keep your arms when you walk. Maybe it’s the way you tell me you love me. And how you don’t mean it, At all.

— Mahin Ismail, reasons why I fell for you.

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I never knew what pain was till I fell so much in love with someone who’s affection laid in the hands of another.

—Mahin Ismail, heartache.

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But all I could do now is keep missing you, so very loudly, yet, so quietly.

— Mahin Ismail, come back to me.

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***TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE***

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“Whore”

I was only 9 years old when I heard the word “whore” for the first time in my life. I never knew what it meant but father was drunk that night and he kept shouting and ponding his fist on the table “whore” he shouts, I was so scared that I didn’t notice he was pointing his finger at me “whore” he sounded so angry I couldn’t move, I saw him making his way towards me tripping and leaning on the wall to keep his balance “whore” you’re scaring me father please don’t touch me there, you’re making me uncomfortable “whore” his eye looked inhuman, full of rage “whore” he shouts “just like your mother” his hands were under my nightgown, what is he doing? please make it stop it hurts.

“Whore”

The word keeps ringing in my head like a bell. Mother told me when a girl bleeds from down there it means she’s grown up. But why does it hurt so bad? Is this how girls grow up?

“Whore”

The word still rattles in my head like the sound of my mother’s keys, she’s finally home after her night shift, why is she so alarmed to see me? Maybe it’s because I’m still laying on the living room floor just how father left me, unable to move.

“Whore”

The word keeps ringing in my head like the sound of the sirens from the ambulance my mom had called but why is she crying? Mother I grew up, though it felt wrong and I didn’t like it at all. Mother, you never told me that I’ll have to go to hospital and get stitches down there, I don’t like growing up.

“Whore”

The word comes back swarming back into my mind whenever you mention father, telling me that the police got him and that I’m never gonna see him again, I have lost count of the times you’ve apologized to me, mother, please stop crying.

I’m 27 years old now, but even now whenever someone jokingly, or while I’m walking on the street calls me a “whore” it takes me back to day I heard it for the first time.

—Mahin Ismail, every word has a history.

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And now every time you smell the stench of formaldehyde coming from the love they had been giving you for all these days, You realize that you’ve been trying to preserve something that died long ago. Yet you carry it with you anyway.

— Mahin Ismail, excerpt from a tragic story.

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“2:00 AM; I’ve never felt anything heavier than this feeling of emptiness.”

— ( Chaos.) //M.I. Mahin Ismail

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I’m Maldivian too, and it’s so very nice seeing Maldivians posting their work here!! I was so excited when I first came across your blog haha I’ve been here for years but I never saw dhivehseh. Do you know anymore Maldivians who post original content, who have disclosed their nationality on their blog?

Heyy. Nope, I haven’t met any Maldivians here on tumblr ✨

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Idk if you’ll answer but just wanted to tell you that I love your work and wanted to ask you that can you give any tips so that my writings and art can spread on Tumblr?

Heyy thank you so much! What I do is use relevant hashtags ☺️✨

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how many followers do u have? (if you don't mind me asking) You're very talented xo

Thank you so much! I have over 41k followers ☺️✨

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Hey i just wanted to ask you for some advices about writing poetry, hope you'll answer

Poetry doesn’t need to be perfect or should impress anyone. Just write your heart out ❤️✨