Eight Feet Tall

Bismillah… I am a dwarf. But I am standing on the shoulder of a giant. And the view is great from up here! You can have the same view, too! But at first you have to admit that you are a dwarf. And then you have to stand on the shoulder of a giant.



She cut her finger
With a rainbow
Gleaming on the skin
Of her kitchen knife.

And out of her wound
Poured a flow of words.

She had silenced her voice
And kept it hidden
Inside the cavity of
Her being. Now it found
An escape route.


The words rose high
To form little clouds
Of dreams. And she
Stood drenched

In a sudden downpour
That was welcome yet

She opened her lips
To relish – with her longing
Taste buds – the sweetness
Of falling honey drops.

And there in the moist,
Loving space inside
Her mouth, dreams bloomed
Like rare flowers.

She began to speak
In a soft, care-free tone
That seduced hearts to come
To a standstill and
Soak in the fragrance

They listened. Spellbound.
Letting each word unveil
A layer in their deep
Unconscious that they
Did not know existed.

The words she spoke
Took root in their hearts
Like innermost secrets.

And when the secrets bloomed
Under divine supervision,
They began to speak and

Bringing hearts down
To their knees.
Reconnecting to The Lord.
Seeking and anticipating
And receiving blessings
In the end.

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: September 03, 2016
short url: bit.ly/2bM0t91

The riddle


Love is
Meant to be

A lonely riddle.

With its
Jigsaw puzzle

Each fragment
Full of
Assuring hints.

You are
Meant to be

A lone traveler.

On the path
Of love.

To solve
The riddle
Of your
Own heart.

When you know
Your own heart

You know
The divine image

Love embodies.

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 28, 2016
short url: bit.ly/2bAyyVo

The new dress


She wore her faith
Like a brand new
Delicate dress.


She let it grow
Like a new layer
Of protective skin.

Saving it from
Stains that
Threaten to sully

The fabric of
Her expanding

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 28, 2016
short url: bit.ly/2bsDheI



I just want
To fade away.

Into nothing

My heart and soul
Are always filled

With something.

You know that feeling?

We grow weary.
Yet we endure.

It’s not big vortexes
That suck
Our hearts.


Those little ones
The day.

A little here.

A little there.

We are depleted
Before downtime.

But where can we go?

Everywhere we go
We take our selves
With us.

And the journey
Burdens us more.

Sometimes we are
Miles apart.

From peace
That heals.

Our broken pieces.

And sometimes
We are just
One step away.

From surrender.

We forget
We are not alone.

We forget
To remember
That He remembers us.

When we remember Him.

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: August 26, 2016
short url: bit.ly/2c0gDtO

The seed


This strange affair
Of my soul.

I am
A stranger
In my own body.

I bear
The burden
Of the message.

The burden
Of knowing
Is shattering me
To pieces.

Pain is a part
Of growth.

Like a seed
I need to break
Through darkness.

To emerge
As new life
Into the light.

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: Dec 04, 2015
short url: bit.ly/2b6HRzj