Natella2020
Profile
Definition: Muslim woman
Hobbies: Reading and Writing
My passions: Islam and Science
My goal is to start a revolution in scientific thought by adding a spark of artistic style and the eloquence and power of the written word. If I make an impression on the mind of one person, my journey will be worthwhile, and my goal accomplished. May Allah grant me the patience, wisdom, and skill to succeed. Love is an incomplete solution to the problems of humanity, but realisitic and sincere compassion coupled with the wisdom of the Prophets is exactly what the doctor ordered.
Groups
Natella2020 is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Bits and Pieces, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Flash Fiction, Freedom In Words & Art, Islamic Beauty, Live, Love, Dream: , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales and WMG.
Journal Entries
Salutations
Posted 3 months ago.
A Pathway to Contentment
Posted about 1 year ago, 27 comments so far.
Twisted Karaoke
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
True Wealth and Resolution
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
April Fools' Day
Posted about 1 year ago, 5 comments so far.
The Greatest of Men...
Posted about 1 year ago, 8 comments so far.
Humility in Truth
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Rough reality
Posted about 1 year ago, 7 comments so far.
Friendship
Posted over 2 years ago, 6 comments so far.
Shel Silverstein
Posted over 2 years ago, 2 comments so far.
Writing
Detached
She turned her head toward him as they lay together on the grass. “Danny?” “Yeah, sis?” he replied. “Are you okay?” His return gaze unsettled her. “How do you mean, Angie?…
Smooth
She pushed the door shut against the wind and set the groceries down with a huff. “I’m freezing!” she said, “Hey, Kyle. What’s up?” “Just making smoothies, Mom.” He dropped some …
Sunset
Trace the bloody path of the sun through the sky With your finger. Now gulp down its rays Allow its fiery blaze To linger In your gut Now push it out Thrust it Through your eye…
A Handful of Days
It was 3:00 am. “Yeah?” she answered groggily. “Tomorrow, you will live.” “What?,” she asked, wide awake now. The phone went dead. Helen tossed and turned the entire night. …
Fingerprints
I rode my stallion to the edge of the world, / his padded hooves gracefully galloping / across the rough sand. My fingers eloquently slashed the resisting air; / fierce winds fought to glove their…
Defying Gravity
“Mikey, I’m scared,” Sandy panted. She stumbled on the hem of her tattered skirt. “We’ve got to keep moving, Sandy. Come on.” Mikey pulled his sister to her feet and urged her onward. …
