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About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.

Siblings

This word has such enormous love in it, no? As if the love is all wrapped together in a thick shawl and for comfort and warmth. I have written about my brother Akhtar in the past. There were others, but … Continue reading

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Some thoughts to think about!

I have to speak to the local University about the Human Rights and Islam in general and was searching for somethings from my past speeches when I came across this. I have no idea when I acquired this; It is … Continue reading

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TIME Where does it go? How does it fly? This Time, this elusive, slippery Time, it filters through the fingers, like water.Wasn’t it just yesterday that I stood at the corner of my street and played with my friends? We … Continue reading

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Perhaps

Perhaps you are thinking of me.Perhaps you are humming the tune we loved so much.Perhaps the wind is whispering to you that you should let your hair down,and make the sunshine disappear behind the darkness of your hair. A million … Continue reading

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My Muse

My Muse refuses to let me touch herdoesn’t mind when she’s flirted by others~I scream at her and at her sadistic moralsbut she ignores me. My muse is a whore;she sidles up to the Toms and Dicks and Harrysof my … Continue reading

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Who Am I? What is MY Purpose

I am the rustle of dried fall leaves,the ground up spice of a brown land,measuring my steps along the shorethe foam of waves caressing my feet I am a child of the earth,I am here, and I am everywhere;you have … Continue reading

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A Parade.

The stagnant mind rebelsdoes not want to rememberdoes not want to indulgeshuts the door, to the streets of yoreto the laughter of innocence; Wants to put hands over the earsand forget about the splashes onthe beach, and the white shellsin … Continue reading

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War(s) and Such

Why do we have to have borders and wars everywhere? Doesn’t the earth belong to you and me?So much darkness in so many hearts!Why are the clothes of this world,Stained by man’s blood. Screams echo through the corridors of my … Continue reading

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Navy Seals and me.

Last year, son Sayeed played in the annual “Sugar Cookie” Golf tournament, and was talking about the friend who was a Navy Seals who had come and what a good time he had. I told him, “Oh, wow, I wish … Continue reading

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