Words are dancing in the Cosmos

“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:

They told me silence was noble— but silence burned holes through my tongue, left my mouth aching for all the things I never said. I carried my mother’s prayers tucked in my sleeves, her whispered hope stitched into every seam— words hidden like small flames beneath my breath. Each prayer lit something inside me, a fire I could never put out. I took her hope across checkpoints and empty roads, my footsteps shaking on ground that never felt like home — every tear I cried was a

This is the name of the fire that awakened me—first a spark, then a luminous blaze that stripped away every layer until nothing remained but a single, beating heart set alight with longing for You. Eshq is the name of the Divine the secret Love that erases every line between Lover and Beloved, leaving only Oneness behind. This is not common love; while the world’s love is a gentle furnace, Eshq is an untamed fire—wild, reckless, consuming all it touches. Eshq is that moment w