Readings By Heba

A Story.

Life is so full and plentiful. Sometimes you think you’ve emptied it of its contents. That you’ve traveled the pages of your life’s book. You know the footnotes, you know the detours the stories take. You’ve labeled each chapter and lived it; you’ve molded and formed to each letter of each word on every page.Continue reading “A Story.”

Come Home to Yourself

I thought it was about time to write a blog titled with the tag line of this page. Come Home to Yourself. I’m finding that today, it means something different than my original intent. Today I mean to say, you can come home to the safety within, even when you’ve traveled far away from thereContinue reading “Come Home to Yourself”

I Am Not Myself [A Poem]

I am not myself,I am the echo.I am the echo, AwakeningRevisingRevisitingReimagining. I am not myself,I am the gathering of that which has come before. I am the echo of remembering. The mutitude of layers of remembering. I am the awakening of right into wrong,And wrong into right. I am the witness. IContinue reading “I Am Not Myself [A Poem]”

Shadowlands

I walked the perimeter of the park, my body felt heavy, my mouth was agape, and tears awkwardly streamed down my cheeks as I stumbled down the dirt path. I felt unpossessed. A body wobbling forward, lost of itself. I said to myself, “I don’t know what to Be. I don’t know what to think.”Continue reading “Shadowlands”

The Folds of Mystery

[A Love Letter] I am a seeker down to my very core. I’ve followed the path of intrigue down the darkest passages of misery, thirsty for understanding and knowledge. I’ve learned that in my ability to read so deeply, lies also the fountain of my undoing. Side by side, like two sides of a coin,Continue reading “The Folds of Mystery”