Parts of Me Never Left That House by Mada Hayyas
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My mother did not mean to hate me, she did not even know she hated me, and yet I was hated. And I carried that hate with me through life with more pride than it deserved. A bruise of honor. Because I am their daughter my body is not mine.
- Mada Hayyas
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for the longest time, it feels like I have been trying to make sense of life but now I see there is no sense to be made, only a life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart, be here, be present, and embrace your own journey, there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are
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