flashbacks of kenya

Do you have a happy place? A memory that you constantly hold dear? One that stops you from going to the deepest darkest places in your mind? Kenya. I dream of you. I stop to drink everything in. The sights, the sounds, the long stretch of road between Eastleigh and Jomo Kenyatta International Airport as [...]

losing

It has taken me a while to get the words together, words that I've never thought of uttering, of even contemplating. I always found a home in you, a type of recognition that only love could find. We've been through a lot together, the pitfalls that life had created for us, experiences that should've bonded [...]

Poetic Rebirth

All my poetry is starting to sound like it is for you. Beautifully written prose all strung together, encapsulating how I feel. But how do you feel? It's been clear that the mountains you wish to move are not for me, The songs you sing, not meant for my ears. But how do you feel, [...]

Universal Pull

What you don't say becomes you. It feels like it's vocalized in the thickness of your silence. The universe is working overtime to correct and rectify the death of your decisions. The less you say, the more you become a permanent fixture of your anti-self. The baritone of your regrets are bellowing out like a [...]

what are you afraid of?

Fear. It manifests itself into the aversions you have, the people clowns you are afraid of and of course- through the dark and immense wonders of the world that we are taught as children: the concepts of life and death. As a child, I possessed three fears: 1. swallowing my gum and it becoming etched and stuck in my stomach for 7 years (what kind of myth/fear was this? sounds like it was perpetuated by elementary and middle schoolers and parents to convince you that chewing gum was not beneficial for your teeth) , 2. falling and scraping my knees (did this from my bike once and had to get multiple stitches and have to deal with a lifelong scar that is a constant reminder of the hill I should not have rode down) and 3. disappointing people. It was as if these fears were heightened as an adult, perhaps not the first two but more so- the last. The fear of disappointment becoming an anchor on my heart every time I contemplated making major decisions that could potentially alter the course of my life- especially when you feel like the decision you are making is in your own best interest but is met with a lack of enthusiasm from the rest of the people in your life. But how do we move past this? Karen Thompson Walker has an incredible TEDTalk about Fear, about how fear and storytelling are intertwined and contain the same components that live within our minds. She speaks about the fables that surround fear and how its misconception has flouted our minds into believing its debilitating nature. But what if it isn't? What if fear can be used as a mechanism to imagine the unimaginable, to move the mountains that stand in our way, to conquer the plights that we deem difficult and to finally- dream the type of dreams that can turn into stories. Walker uses this ideology in her TedTalk by equating fear into storytelling and using it to further our understanding. Read More...

a mile

  A mile a minute, A minute a mile, My heart is racing, I can hear it banging, In the crevices of my ear drums now The hollows of my throat closing in, tightening deeper and deeper as I am gasping for air; The anxiety in my chest is an intruder as I am thinking [...]

Uninspired 

I always get into bouts of creative energy- kind of being on a elongated sugar high (see: day after Halloween/Christmas/Valentines Day when you stock up on 50% off chocolate and candy) which tends to last for a few days until I get stuck. Just like that sugar high, I come crashing down and so do all of my ideas. I can't even seem to write about my day- the crippling fear of judgement comes back in huge ways- in a similar way as the sugar high... except I never come down. This was kind of numbed in 2016- I learned how to push past the nervousness and just press 'post' whether or not the material is considered to be 'good'- if it's bad, if it's complete trash, the feeling of posting allows you to finally be finished with a piece. It allows you to share your work with the world and move on to different material. It's one month and 14 days into 2017 and I've forgotten what that feels like. My creativity is still stuck in 2016- unable to make the leap to this brave new world.

Shakyyyyy

  The life and times of Hello Halima have been a little bit shaky recently. I am just a mere mortal, an undergraduate student trying to finish up her last year of university. While some things have become like second nature to me like- editing papers, doing readings, talking to professors and TAs about assignments [...]

OCTOBER’S SONG

The air was crisp and thick with last nights rain, The sun kissed the tall autumn skyline as birds sang their soliloquies And I was standing there unchanged. The illustrious clouds painted a vivid cascade, so heartbreakingly beautiful that it was difficult to leave. It was difficult to comprehend The boundless constraint of nature. The [...]

Summers Over Interlude

It has been forever since my last post! I have definitely missed writing, a luxury that is hard to indulge in when you are busy with the trials and tribulations of school. Summer 2016... I started off thinking that this would be an awful summer- the idea of summer school discouraged me, it made me [...]

Time’s Tale

“When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just [...]

Update: Writers Block

I was talking to someone from school recently and she asked me "Halima, why don't you post more frequently? I don't get it, you have all this time and yet your blog remains dormant and all you do is watch netflix everyday, are you lazy..." While this is partially true, what I did not like was the polarizing attitude she had and the lack of understanding she possessed about writers block. Some say that writers block is a myth, just an imaginary and psychological barrier in your mind that you create when you want to avoid fear of being judged or justify not writing. To these people I say, to hell with you!

food for thought

What if we actually decided to be honest about what we were thinking? What we were feeling? What if we actually said what we meant to say instead of a redefined, edited and manufactured version of our thoughts? Our feelings? Our emotions? What if we didn't hide behind messages of "it's fine" or "it's not [...]

15 for 2015

I remember thinking to myself, "Wow I cannot believe it's 2015... sometimes I still catch myself writing 2010 as the date on papers!" after which I would quickly erase, frazzled at the idea that I would write 2010 on a university based paper. I did not expect to have such a whirlwind year filled with endless [...]

Ghosts

What does it mean to ghost someone? I am not speaking from a literal perspective as I am well aware of the social and emotional ramifications this *newly formed* concept has, but what does it truly mean?  I always wondered how someone could lose feelings for someone so quickly... feelings that have been cultivated and [...]

Birthday Bliss + Update

So I lied. Blogging everyday is no easy task... especially when you decide to do it in the middle of the busiest month ever: mid-term season. The stress, the anxiety... the readings... oh god. Nonetheless I missed you HelloHalima. I recently celebrated my 20th birthday in style of course... at an all you can eat brunch. [...]

memories p1 

    I was rummaging through my closet and came across a box of photographs and there you were. Your effortless beauty and heartwarming smile frozen in time, captured by a single random moment of wonder and curiosity. I remember that day vividly: I had just purchased my new camera and you were the first [...]

Questions

I often wonder what would have happened if I had said it back then. Would things have been different? Would you still be the person I know today? Would we still maintain the relationship we have today? Would those three letter words impact the course of our journey through this world? Would it have made a [...]