Words are dancing in the Cosmos

“Form began to soften at the edges; the sense of ‘my’ body expanded into the space around it until inside and outside were no longer clearly divided. What remained was one continuous body of presence, appearing as fifteen people in a room.”

I want to tell you the truth: we Europeans and Americans are not innocent in this story. Our comfort is not neutral. When we fill our tanks, when we tap our cards, when we upgrade our phones, we are plugged into an order that feeds on someone else’s night. The quiet of our suburbs is insured by the sirens of Gaza, the hunger of Kabul, the sanctions suffocating Tehran, the rubble of Sana... We may not dismantle empire in a single gesture. But we can refuse, again and again, t

“No More Girls”: How Afghan Daughters Are Being Erased from Public Life

What does these words represent exactly? A Letter on Collective Love by, Anosha Zereh I find myself reflecting not on romance, nor on private affection, but on our collective effort toward Love… My dear friends, my companions on this quiet and trembling earth, There are seasons when the world feels fractured — loud with division, heavy with forgetting. And then there are moments, softer and more luminous, when something ancient within us stirs and remembers. Today, I am writi

Enhanced Version: Stewardship, Dignity, and a Lineage Older Than Doctrine Long before religion wore names, humans already knew—they were not owners of the world, but guests within it. The Islamic teaching of khalifa is not a new revelation. It is a remembering—an echo of an ancient human responsibility that has traveled through nomadic memory, Zoroastrian ethics, and Islamic consciousness.

A story of ancestry, myth, and the wild feminine that refuses to be named.

A lyrical reflection on the Afghanistan the world never sees—childhood gardens, family, memory, and the quiet grief of diaspora. An invitation to witness a different Kabul.

Rooted in the quiet morning of Northern California, my writing weaves together the natural world, mysticism, meditationand everyday wonder.

The world may see the kiss, but we know it is the honest conversation that calls us back when we drift. The world may notice the embrace…

"Welcome to my world: a home for storytelling, poetry, and light meditative Sufi prose—a sanctum, a hush and a heartbeat passed palm to palm across the centuries. Night leans close; the fire answers the stars; elders loosen skeins of courage and tenderness, wisdom spun from labor and loss.”

Between longing’s pulse and belonging’s hush, a shoreless sea stirs— calling home to every wandering heart. Before dawn, the heart becomes harbor, cradling tenderness, carrying exile’s wind and memory’s gold. O pilgrim— braid emptiness with fullness, separation with reunion, and weave your story on mercy’s thread. Every wound praises sunrise, every memory lights the night, each departure summons return. At the trembling edge of Love’s gaze— the feminine sea wel

Step into the sacred seam where dreams and reality intertwine. This blog explores the mystical practice of barzakh—inviting you to pause, imagine, and discover the Divine presence shimmering in every ordinary breath. Where spirit and matter meet, you’ll find your heart’s quiet doorway to wonder.

Dedicated to all mothers and daughters

A prayer

“My Own Journey in Love” part II

Come join this dance

Part II – Returning to the Living Wisdom In a world that too often measures worth by perfection and youth, this reflection explores how b

Love’s Pilgrimage

Unity of Oneness

The Living Grace of Adab: A Sufi Reflection on Courtesy, Freedom, and the Soul: