An Open Letter to Men: Part Two. ~ Hannah El Hamalawy

Via on Nov 15, 2012

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Love coming together as One.

Love.

This is the only way for you to know me, to know my thoughts and sense my truth. From the words glued onto screen and paper, where expression is easier than it seems when in front of you. Heart gaping, emotions overtaking me.

It is there in my silence. When I do not speak.

Eyes glistening, yearning for you to understand me—A being of complexity and simple awareness.

I dare to let you see me now. Though I never dared before.

Because I’ve understood that even my tainted aspects are pure. And although purity sometimes becomes my insanity, I have no fear.

There is no other way for me to know me.

And so it is natural that the same is true for you. All is but a fleeting avenue of expression.

So, if you were to wish that you truly would know me, there are two ways.

Which when combined will allow you to see me, in all my aspects. As I am.

Every part untainted, unshadowed by constraints, still burdened by deep sorrow.

Free—drifting away like clouds.

Light—dripping down gently. Small droplets of water.

Heavy—a massive oak dependent on its roots

Look at this earth. The elements. The water.

Fire scorching parched soils, erupting out of hearts and mounds that boil.

See the elements—feel them.

You will find me there.

Understand that what I claim to be my truth is equally not.

Trust that in this moment I am as I am. But never hold me imprisoned to my own image.

I die every moment and there is nothing that can save me. There is nothing that will remain me.

Though I am all, I am also nothing.

Ideas cherished and despised

Ideas shattered and reappearing.

Tides forever sweeping away all that I know.

Dying again and again, re-emerging as new.

Growing and descending, into the ever changing dance of life

This is the way you must know me.

I promise to do the same to you.

 

Hannah el Hamalawy is a writer, a seeker, an up-and coming star. She knows that the grass is greener on all sides, that the light is also the dark, and that joy and pain can be felt at once. It’s hard to be a human, but still it’s immensely beautiful. And so she struggles, laughing, crying and dreaming at the same time in her quest to become Divinely Human.

 

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Editor: Sarah Winner

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One Response to “An Open Letter to Men: Part Two. ~ Hannah El Hamalawy”

  1. guest says:

    when will we come to our collective senses and banish the platitude, "my truth" from human language forever?

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