Hello, there! I’m Aaliah.

This is my journal for exploring and expressing my philosophy of life. Through poetry, prose, and photography,

I search for the meaning and beauty behind every day experiences.
I write for younger me, future me, and the me that will one day become a memory.

I dedicate my journal to my fellow truth-seekers, idealists, and dreamers.
May we leave the world better than we found it.

Recent posts:

  • The Faith Letters: Fragments
    Dear Part of Me That Needs to Hear This, What a journey it’s been. What a time you live in. What courage it takes to be awake in a world with an abundance of injustice. When something is alive, it moves. That’s the journey of your faith.  Your faith’s been on quite the journey these […] Read more…
  • Love To the Point of Tears
    On nights like this, my tears feel so near. Like they’re wanting to come out for a breath of fresh air but not waiting for my permission. It’s not sadness. Or despair. These tears just want a chance to see the world. To leave my body and mix with infinity of atoms that surround me. […] Read more…
  • Midnight Musings: On Healing
    I told myself I’d take a break from my daily nightly posts on Instagram so I could focus on business development, but my thoughts keep coming back to healing. It’s half an hour past midnight, and I feel wide awake. It’s a bit chilly in my room because I don’t think the heater is on, […] Read more…
  • Reflections on Spirituality: How I learned To Follow My Peace
    I ‘m writing to you in the middle of the night –the way you’ve grown accustomed to if you’ve seen the time stamps on the #100DaysOnSpirituality posts and the poems I share on my Insta Story. I’m writing to you now and it’s Ramadan and a little over a month has passed since I finished the […] Read more…
  • National Poetry Month: Day #30
    God bless the peoplewho stay up untilyou make it homewho text you good morningand good nightand every good between. God bless the peoplewho call youon a Sundayand pray for youon a Mondayand invite youon a Thursdayto their gatheringon a Friday. God bless the peoplewho greet you with a smileat the counterand the drive-thru windowand toll […] Read more…
  • National Poetry Month: Day #29
    some days write themselvesother you write in blood some people floatin your lifeothers you carryon your back some sorrows open youfor healingothers have you runningthe other way some laughsturn you into a kidothers make you consciousof yourself life is strangein its seasons but beautifulall the same Read more…
  • National Poetry Month: Day #28
    the flowers that bloomwhen you’re not waitingand watching closelyare the onesthe overjoy you and if it overwhelms youto wait for your spiritto bloom and bloomthen be with the flowers Read more…
  • National Poetry Month: Day #27
    it starts out with a prayerand a talk I find so refreshingso I dance along to your beatI feel the interest progressing tell me what your heart beats forI want to make you my blessingcount me of your northern starsI’ll write you guiding expressionsteach me how to live like a birdand I’ll carve a path […] Read more…
  • National Poetry Month: Day #26
    these days it feels liketwo thousand and eighteenthoughts swallow my mindbefore I’ve had breakfast there’s noise everywhere I goand I play my music louderbut they hack my headphones I learn to speak up louderbut now I have to scream to be noticedand you have to fight, too so I search for a treetopto get a […] Read more…