Thirty-three poems and prose pieces in five sections, moving between grief and God
Author
Fatima Usman Bajwa
A young writer, writing since the age of eight, who gives language to emotions that feel too heavy to carry.
The book
Somewhere Between Grief and God
Somewhere Between Grief and God is an anthology that covers the aspects of human life. How at every passing second something in us feels hollow.
It asks the questions that sit deep in your heart and slowly rot your mind.
With answers that feel like dawn after a fire.
These pages hold fragments of a heart that is lost in an abyss and the prayers it whispers loud enough for the God who hears them.
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What this book is about.
The questions that sit deep in the heart, and the prayers whispered to the God who hears them
Memory, silence and loss, and the slow way back to light
Section IV, His Crown, Our Weight, on power and the silence asked of women
It closes with The Dawn After the Fire: mountains, light and ink
About the Author
Some people learn to say many things in many ways. And that is the art of writing. At a very young age, I knew what I wanted—to put words in such a way that even when it would hurt, something about my pain would glow.
I am specifically drawn to things that help you escape. The things that make us human; when we feel too much or too little.
Writing is something that has always felt like belonging. I have loved many things in this life, but none has ever felt quite like writing. Because somewhere along my life words became a shadow for me.
Having written two books and one novella has always meant more than just an achievement to me.
“Somewhere Between Grief and God" is an attempt to give language to emotions that always feel too heavy.
Excerpts
We are desperate souls.
That ache to be remembered,
To leave a mark beyond this illusion.
To shine even when burned out.
Perhaps the cruelest way of existence is not hatred.
It is the silence of being forgotten.
And, for I thanked the fire—
For burning me in a way that left my soul blooming,
And I thanked the thorns—
For reminding me that not everything in sight,
Is meant to be held.
We tear flowers from their roots just to admire them.
Perhaps that is why we split spirits open
just to see what they are hiding.
To cradle hearts like gardeners pluck flowers and call it devotion.
To search between ribs, to overlook the secrets that haven’t bloomed yet.
But beauty may never survive the pain of being plucked by the roots.
To be broken,
To be carved into secrets.
A flower does not thank the gardener—
For setting it free.
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