Every day kindness

We should genuinely compliment each other more. I truly believe this. I try to practise it regularly – even when I’m feeling shy and introverted. I met someone years ago who would praise people’s specific attributes wherever we went and it inspired me to want to be more like that. He saw the intrinsic beauty within others and I was awestruck with this quality. It felt like watching someone with a superpower. He would connect with others deeply, hug homeless ppl we went past and was such a profound giver that once he even gave away his jacket and shoes so I had to drive him home. I saw sad and broken ppl visibly blossom in front of him at his words and affable manner. It made their day. It’s wonderful to see how ppls faces light up when you point out something that’s genuinely great about them which they weren’t aware of.

A decade ago when I was a student a complete stranger did this with me and I never forgot. He’d been queuing, bought his coffee to go, then approached to say he just needed to tell me how it was like he was watching a beautiful painting with me sat there in the coffee shop feet up, holding my pen, deep in thought, pensively looking into space with the sun streaming in and silhouetting me from behind. I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and he just needed to tell me that. He told me this so matter of factly then turned and abruptly left. Didn’t want anything, not even a thanks! (Though I was sat there embarrassed and introverting madly) It confounded my cynical, assumptions of flattery and men and initial suspicion that he’d go on to ask for my number thereby undo the selflessness of the comment…lol. He didn’t. He asked for nothing, just left. It stuck in my memory as a selfless act, a giving without expecting and I promised myself I too would be kind and giving like that even to total strangers. If I see something that I loved or admired in another I would state it. So in reality he gave me more than just a compliment. He gave me an insight into a different way of being in this world. The innate confidence to help others see the best in themselves. To have the insight to see beyond the superficial layers people often present to us and find the downtrodden and oppressed who need such everyday kindness and someone to actually ‘see’ them. So go forth and shower your kindness, zest for life and love of humanity on others without expecting any recompense. You never know, at some dark point of their life they may think bk at your fleeting kindness….and it might still make their day xx

On Becoming

Every atom of my being quivers with the certainty of being on the tender brink between shrinking fathomless supression and bursting uncontainable actualisation, it is on this cusp, a mere breath away from an utterance that’s endured lifetimes of restraint urging to pass the threshold of these parched lips and reach you that contains all human possibilities, hopes, dreams and desires, and the meaning of life itself should one has the inner eye to perceive such profound truths. Yet, I don’t want to leave this place, I want to inhabit it eternally!

The One

You are the one these eyes seek out

Regardless of where you or I may be, in a crowd or across continents

The one this mind races time and space for

Whose mere sight annihilates this selfhood I possess

The one in who’s aura mine hungers to be consumed

You are the one that these foolish feet are intuitively directed to

Like a compass always pointing to its true North

The one to whose heart this invisible stretching string binds mine

And as each cell gravitates to its purpose

So too the atoms of my being gravitate towards you.

T Begum

Social inequalities

Excerpt from my blog: The difference is that my success did not come from white privilege, male privilege or class privilege. Like others it came despite it. It came fighting against ingrained social and cultural disadvantage. Against unequal power structures….against covert and overt sexism, mysogyny, racism, xenophobic and islamophobic attitudes and actions. And it started early. When I was 8yrs old I remember telling my father who I adored that when I grew up I wanted to go to university. He told me very matter of factly that I would never go to university. When I asked why, he said it was because I was a girl and girls did not need an education. This was from someone I loved, respected, cherished and would never dream of defying: himself a product of his socio-cultural conditioning. His word was gospel and I accepted it internalising it. I watched from the sidelines as the boys were encouraged and silver-spooned to success whilst I got kept out of school so much the education welfare officer was always round our house. Miraculously I left with 11 GCSEs. The world out there has proved far, far worse than anything at home. Not everyone has the same support or experience as others in life…yet serendipity and destiny often interject to help…. And the journeys been utterly terrific…

Fall Silent

Ideas 68

When I look upon you

Language abandons all sense

Logic deserts its post

Words fail me

I am beguiled

When I look upon you

Mind and matter dissolve to nothingness

My being peruses the realms of pre-existence

Seeking, searching for our untenable bond

Were you to ask, I would retell

I was born the day you arrived

My book of existence abundant with blank pages afore

And unwritten thereafter

Now you’ve begun to sleep in my eyes

As this invisible thread from my wrist to yours

Spans the line of the equator

Telling the story of infinity

Measuring time unmeasured

When I look into your fathomless eyes

My soul sinks into your depths

Disappearing in reflections

I am baptised



A sweet reunion

I await patiently

For your core to shake

And your love to wake

And meet me in those deep waters

To teach me to  therein, 

To grieve

As my love’s intensity today

Denotes my grief’s intensity tomorrow

My retreat from you stabs me a hundred times

Yet I fear moreso the day it will be painful

To not be stabbed

Linguists and grammarians fall mute

Pages repel ink

As all intellect falls prey to loves glory

Silence to be the only language

Yet despite the universe conspiring

To bring me right to you

You remain aslumber

Unfamiliar to such tongues


Ⓒ May 2017 Dr. Taslima Begum, United Kingdom

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My Eager life and Death

Ideas 98

My Eager Life and Death

Friend, write my name

in the temple of your mind

with love, in secret care.

A song is ringing in my heart,

learn how to play its beat

with the dance bells on your feet.

Retain in the courtyard of your palace,

in endearing caress

my noisy bird.

Remember, friend, to hold

in your bracelet of gold

the friendship thread

that comes from my wrist.

Pick with forgetfulness a flower from my creeper

and place it on your coiffure.

A dot of vermilion, auspicious,

wear that to decorate your forehead

in my fond remembrance.

The enchantment of my mind,

let its sweetness be spread

and mix with your body-scent

as you wrap it around.

Beloved, in your incomparable glory

receive in utter conquest

my eager life and death.


Being Human

Darness 5Being Human

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house empty of it’s furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

– Rumi

Coolness of the Eyes

Cool Eye

Coolness of the Eyes

If you only knew how 


Are the coolness of my eyes

When they alight upon you,

My rusty, barbed heart

Riddled with it’s thorns of outrageous misfortune

Peculiarly softens in response.

Nothing belies the strength it takes

To lower my gaze as decorum dictates…

And reluctantly walk away.


Ⓒ 2017 Dr. Taslima Begum, United Kingdom

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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

– Mary Oliver

Being forced to know darkness can allow us to fully appreciate the light when it breaks through. By getting truly acquainted with sorrow and loss we begin to fully appreciate the true joy of laughter and life. The greater the depth of darkness and sorrow we’ve faced the more our capacity of rejoicing when the direct opposite comes.

Always remember, no matter the number of demons that haunt you, at the bottom of Pandora’s box lay hope…