Grasping At This Planet Just to Believe (Audiobook)
Tanzila Ahmed reads her poems written during a decade of Ramadans. 85 tracks available as MP3 files so that you can listen to them on your music app of choice. Add favorites to your playlist just like you would a song from from your favorite musician.
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“Every Ramadan since my mother’s passing, I’ve written daily poems as a practice of prayer during the month of Ramadan. Daily poems, over one lunar month over ten years. 2,800 poems, if I had actually done it without fail. Some years were more successful than other, depending on the year, the season, the heart, the world politics, the grief. Some years, all I did was write two poems and then fall into a depth of nothingness.”
Tanzila Ahmed reads her poems written during a decade of Ramadans. 85 tracks available as MP3 files so that you can listen to them on your music app of choice. Add favorites to your playlist just like you would a song from from your favorite musician.
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“Every Ramadan since my mother’s passing, I’ve written daily poems as a practice of prayer during the month of Ramadan. Daily poems, over one lunar month over ten years. 2,800 poems, if I had actually done it without fail. Some years were more successful than other, depending on the year, the season, the heart, the world politics, the grief. Some years, all I did was write two poems and then fall into a depth of nothingness.”
Tanzila Ahmed reads her poems written during a decade of Ramadans. 85 tracks available as MP3 files so that you can listen to them on your music app of choice. Add favorites to your playlist just like you would a song from from your favorite musician.
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“Every Ramadan since my mother’s passing, I’ve written daily poems as a practice of prayer during the month of Ramadan. Daily poems, over one lunar month over ten years. 2,800 poems, if I had actually done it without fail. Some years were more successful than other, depending on the year, the season, the heart, the world politics, the grief. Some years, all I did was write two poems and then fall into a depth of nothingness.”