Yesterday I was the Moon by Noor Unnahar
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– Yesterday I Was The Moon, Book by Noor Unnahar
[TEXT ID: how dare you call / an arrangement of bricks my home / home is the comfort / built with my mother's words / home is the art piece / my sister hung on the wall / and / home is all the people / who make my heart feel at ease END ID]
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Happy new and healthy year ahead✨
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the sunset looked way too pigmented—as if
the color palette of sorrow had been thrown on
it. yes, if sorrow had colors, they would be lilac
mixed with pinks and some sneaky whites like
the clouds at twilight. i thought it was a
masterpiece; a way for nature to share that at the
end of the day, each sobbed whisper goes
directly to the skies. but before that, it leaves
its color on the canvas of earth one last time.
noor unnahar, yesterday i was the moon
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"yesterday — i was the moon
today — just an eclipse
something in me travels; some days it’s to the dark
some days it’s to the light"
- yesterday i was the moon, noor unnahar
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yesterday — i was the moon
today — just an eclipse
something in me travels; some days it’s to the dark
some days it’s to the light
-Noor Unnahar
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ever since i learned that jaw shape is influenced by diet (and that’s why wisdom teeth are an issue, our mouths arent big enough to hold them bc we eat baby food compared to our ancestors) ive been insane. i think abt that reconstructed british bog woman every time i monch into a particularly chewy sourdough
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Every single dream you’ve pushed into the ocean praying that it dies and leaves you alone the water carries them; breathing and alive you left them to wither but their pieces wither in you dreams live as long as the dreamers do.
— yesterday i was the moon, Noor Unnahar
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yesterday i was the moon by noor unnahar | Book Review
This book is a poetry collection by author Noor Unnahar- who is a modern-day artist and writer born and raised in Karachi, Pakistan. The book has poems that explore her struggles, self-love, culture, peace, family, and art. It also contains digital drawings in black and white.
I cannot personally issue a strong analysis in a book that is so subjective like this so instead, I’m going to list and share with you my personal 10 favorite poems that resonated with me.
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📚 Recommendation 2.5/5 🌟
*2.5 stands for being neutral.
As always my dear I encourage you to read this book if it sparks your interest. As a first-generation immigrant, I resonated a lot with the author's struggles with cultural identity, self-love, language barrier, etc. Poetry is such a beauty and like art, is all in the eyes of the beholder, thus why I cannot say it’s a must-read for all or guaranteed that you’d gain some knowledge out of it. This book is just art, meant to be appreciated and exist. I personally enjoyed reading it plus it’s a short reading great for everyone.
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yesterday i was the moon by Noor Unnahar #Poetry #AmReading
I am reading Noor Unnahar’s book of poems, “yesterday i was the moon” published in 2018 by Clarkson Potter/Publishers.
I am enjoying the poetry so far, but I am “taking them slow.” Most of the poetry are free verse without punctuation or capitalization. Similar to the way I write most of my poems. I haven’t read any of Ms. Unnahar’s work previously, and while I do read a few books of poetry…
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the moon looks over the earth
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I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM
Evil!Sun my beloved
(Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)
Bonus doodle
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— yesterday i was the moon by noor unnahar
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some houses are haunted. but they aren’t
always inhabited by ghosts. sometimes some
memories dwell there so starkly, their nameless
faceless sorrow starts taking over and the walls
keeping that house together start to collapse. i
have walked into such houses only to witness a
melancholic past, a withering present and a
silent future. those houses carry the dead
dreams and maybe broken hearts too
because god knows where else one
could ever find this much sadness
that would turn one firm building
into an abandoned mess.
noor unnahar, yesterday i was the moon
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