Masibat Zadah
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| Writer | Sneaker Designer | Intellectual Ambivert | Book Fanatic | Ever-growing |
Every person has a story to share and a life to live, but how we live matters just as much as what we're living for; who or what is driving you?
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Infectious Defectus (Preview)
We are sick. Ill-stricken with deceit Forced to believe in fanciful fairytales that indoctrinate our seed We breed to continue this frivolous lie We leave it for the next generation A generation of lost souls and soul ties We blame them for the predicament we placed them in How dare you act so scandalous? How dare you act so bleak? How dare you act like you don't know what's wrong with me? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'm sick I've been impregnated by the curse of sin I perpetuate the cycle I was bred in Never questioning those who go before me Leaving a path of desolation behind me Yet, I still breed! It's no longer my mess to clean up I look forward to blaming the generation I raised up It's your fault why I am the way I am It's your fault that we find the predicament we find ourselves in It's your fault that the original Adam sinned - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Don't you see? You are the issue You are the problem You are the bane of my existence, a nuisance, a coward You gave me a genetic disease I never asked for You stand there appalled when your offspring clashes back You sit there and blameshift to shield and justify your actions So, you tell me, who's the real coward in all that?
By Masibat Zadahabout a year ago in Poets
Perhaps: My Second Go
"E, the first time we hung out at United, I never realized how different yet similar our upbringing was. While it was brief, I didn't know how much we really shared in common, which was cool to see; your level of awareness drove me to want to understand you better as an individual then, and it is something I still want to do now. We both know too well how it feels to be used and objectified, something I would never wish upon anyone. Something I couldn't live with if done to you.
By Masibat Zadahabout a year ago in Poets
Do You Love Them or Desire Them?
Does anyone else feel like we are living in a loveless society? As I've gotten older, I've realized how little we as a society understand love and the implications behind it. While certain structures in place have prohibited love from forming, things like capitalism and patriarchy, for example, people, (me included), are suffering from this love loss.
By Masibat Zadahabout a year ago in Humans
A Hiatus Turned Reflection . Top Story - April 2024.
No, I wasn't dead, nor fighting off some great mystical beast tyrannizing a group of villagers. To those who look forward to what I have to say, or to put it better, write, I am genuinely sorry for my disappearance from the Vocal platform and community.
By Masibat Zadah2 years ago in Humans
You Don't Know Me. . .Yet
Unfortunately, I am just now getting around to this challenge. But hey, we do what we can with the time that has been given to us. Here is a diminutive and insightful list of the quirks and facts about me. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this; I appreciate it more than you know!
By Masibat Zadah2 years ago in Confessions
The Exchange
One day, I finally decided to venture out of my routine, which consisted of waking up, doing personal hygiene, spending devotional time with the Lord, and getting ready for the day, all while hurrying out the door with a protein shake in hand with an unnerving sense of dread and despair that, maybe today will be the day something genuinely disastrous happens - like losing my job or again getting into another car accident that, unironically, wasn't my fault but being blamed or accepting more blame than necessary to carry on my day. But today was unusually unique. Instead, I decided to bask in the glorious sunny Wednesday that was my day off and enjoy and be present in the park, residing just a couple blocks down. It was a calm and mild seventy-five degrees outside, prompting me to stroll down the block heading toward the park.
By Masibat Zadah2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Christians
Christians claim they love God, but you cannot claim you love God, who you do not see, if you hate your neighbor that you do see. Jesus preached about loving your neighbor as yourself and, in doing so, honoring not only the Imago Dei in oneself but also that of your neighbor, thus seeing the likeness of God in its respective field. Only Christians have yet to showcase this understanding. Instead, they have married dogma with the Christianity of the land, or Christian Nationalism, and made a faith once built on love, mercy, redemption, and reconciliation into a perverted version that only thirsts for power, domination, and exclusivity. This perversion shouldn't exist. This article does not support dogmatic approaches to the Christian faith, nor is this a critical critique regarding a religion I believe is foundationally founded on love, relationship, and service. While I identify with the Christian faith, I want this article to achieve a radicalized, revamped understanding of the present-day church and how I think it has failed the second teaching of Jesus: Love thy neighbor as thyself.
By Masibat Zadah2 years ago in Confessions
A Passing Moment; Monumental Growth
"I don't know what this is, what we had, seemed like a passing fad. A journey yet understood. What came between us at that moment? What did you see when you gazed into my eyes? When you saw me, what intrigued you -was it my dormant wittiness or a soft smile that soothed your broken heart? Was it the kindness displayed or compassion given? When you asked, "Who made you like this?" What did you mean? Why did you ask me out for coffee? Why did I agree? Why did we both enjoy it? Why was I anxious the entire time? Why did it seem like you weren't? Have you done this before? I haven't. Why did the conversation last four hours, but what felt like four lifetimes? Why did I feel seen for the first time? Why did I love that moment? Why did I ask you out? Why did you say yes? Why was the sushi so sapid? Why couldn't I answer your question? Why did we grow apart? Why did I write you a poem? Why did I wait to give it to you? Why did we wait to express how we really felt years later? What changed? Did we grow as time went on? Were we both immature when it happened? Possibly."
By Masibat Zadah3 years ago in Confessions
In The Hearts of Individuals
Miles' Journal Entry 2,555 I was but a wee lad when it happened, no more than the age of fourteen, whereas life as we know it changed. I remember the earth stories my dad used to tell me about how sudden destruction would come upon people unannounced if they were not careful, like the bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. My dad once said a proverbial statement to me that did not make much sense at the time, but I know he saturated it with wisdom: "Son, the day a man forfeits his autonomy of choice is the day that man's soul dies."
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Fiction
