Eyes- They Never Lie

How are you so sure of the love he has for you?”The way he looks at me when I’m not looking at him. Every time i catch him staring at me, that’s when I find myself mostly demure. He doesn’t have to say a single word, It’s all in the eyes, his eyes are alluring, they never lie.”
Love is fond in his eyes, 

You don’t believe me? Look at him. // K✨
Zeinab Arjah 18/6/16 @za_writings 

Jealousy is one hell of a crime.

As he was awoken by the suns rich touch And walked with grace in the streets of light

I begged to swap lives with the sun

For i was jealous of its ability to soak his skin up.
I sat here praying to be noticed by him

Questioning if the colour of his flesh would ever crave to be consumed and changed by the warmth in me.


Let me be your sun; I promise I’m worth looking upto, my darling.
Zeinab Arjah 10/7/16 @za_writings 

Searching for answers in the wrong person-

My mind stinks of unanswered questions.

Am i good enough?

Would you look at me more than once to check if i was looking back at you?
Will you stop by my heart, or would you choose to see right passed my feelings and proceed to walk by me like the love i have towards you is irrelevant?

I pray you realise that I’m worthy of your heart and that it’s me who is whats best for you.

Zeinab Arjah 21/6/16 @za_writings

He is gold-

He is gold However, his heart is plated with faults

But damn, who am i not to overlook them all?
In the darkest of nights, his illumines eyes remind me of the day

To him I surrender and for him i pray.

Zeinab Arjah 29/4/16 @za_writings 

Rhetorical Questions- 

Rhetorical Questions-
Whats the point of having a voice if no one is going to hear you out anyway?

No one is willing to help scare away these thoughts that haunt me down every day.
Whats the point of having a perspective in life if you’re going to be judged about seeing something a certain way?

Regardless of how I decided to view life, i was told to sight it differently.
Whats the point of crying if the tears are going to dry up on your face?

My tears built up in my eyes to the point where there was no storage to keep them hidden and no humanity in humans to wipe them off before it stained.
What happens when you’ve concealed your feelings for way too long, there is no place accepting to hide away the pain?

My heart had been neglected by the worlds weight to the point where it doesn’t function the same.
Zeinab Arjah 25/11/15 @za_writings

Empty Promises-

It seemed like the scars on my wrists weren’t enough
So you proceeded to cut me up with another lie.
Another mark of an empty promise

With words sharper than a knife.

Day one hundred passed, and it felt just like every other time i wasn’t a single thought on your mind.
When I disappear in the distance of your corrupt life

Don’t pretend to come searching for me

However, I appreciate your fake time.
It doesn’t phase me not one bit to watch you bleed crocodile tears

I’ll continue to empower your consciousness till it eats you alive

So that in the sky’s we reunite.
Yesterday you tried avoiding me

Now You’re struck by hindsight.
Zeinab Arjah 11/2/16 @za_writings

Destined Children-

You’re destined for me

And I’m destined for you.

Grab me by the hand

Let’s take a walk to the park

We can play hide and seek;
I’ll do the hiding while you count to three.
Try to find my soul under the moonlight-

It’s hidden- out of your sight.
May the chemistry lead us back to each other

On this blissful night.
Zeinab Arjah 3/7/15 @za_writings


A messed up situation along with a hat filled with names

I get called out

For something I’ve never done however, they were in desperate need for someone to blame.
So many mornings I woke up to only find out that i have been defamed

I’m a scapegoat for all and i swear they contrived stupefying excuses for others to have something to hate.
Whoever is behind it all

I hope you get your day

I’ve been praying five times daily for the tables to turn your way.

Zeinab Arjah 5/1/16 @za_writings

Answer me-

What went so wrong?

Why’d you leave… All of a sudden you’re all gone.

Ever since you left

I’ve cut down on the talk

The only time i opened my mouth was when i sung your name to a sad love song.
Why didn’t you take me with you…

Don’t you remember promising me the world?

Nobody understands how neglected i feel.

This little heart of mine is frightened

And so my consciousness screams

From a nightmare taking over me.
Can somebody call this off as a dream

I’m hyperventilating trying to breathe in and out of my fears.- Zeinab Arjah

Written on the 14/10/15

Instagram: @za_writings

Behind ‘Artificial life’


‘Artificial Life’, written by Zeinab Arjah.


Writing ‘Artificial life’ has definitely been one of the greatest things I’ve done over the past few years and it’s such a great pleasure to share it with you all. I have chosen to write something explicit in hopes you have more of an understanding about me. If you haven’t yet checked out my previous posts on this website then feel free to at any time!

I will start uploading videos in the middle of next year but just before i do so, i want you all to ask me questions on this website rather than my Instagram or snapchat because it’s much easier to respond here, I’ve chosen this platform to connect with my supporters and also it’ll leave me with something to talk/record about! So please don’t hesitate typing out your questions down in the comments section below.

Thank you all once again for the continuous support please note that i am so grateful and appreciative of it. Enjoy!

Yes, It was very uncomfortable growing up with pain in my eyes and sorrow in my heart however, it only made me even more humble. I always understood that others had it worse but nothing could sugar coat the way i felt. I was young but the cruelty of society taught me a big lesson and I thank God for it.

As a young teenage girl who has not only been bullied into silence but also watched both parents part away from love, i was constantly fighting a battle between myself and I. Regardless of how inhumanity shred it’s way skin deep while i was trying to win myself back, I definitely don’t regret putting up a fight because all that I’ve endured has allowed me to develop into a wise enough young lady that is so understanding of others emotions and I couldn’t have wanted it any other way.

After watching a series of contradicting years, the younger me only ever wished that someday i own a bigger mirror in order to see more of me rather than already having owned such a small mirror that only reflected the pain of my gloomy eyes. I always cared way too much about others who didn’t about me to the point achieving goals was the most i craved. It is when I mended fences, became friends with myself again and turned selfish for my own sanity others didn’t like it.

When i came to an agreement with pen and paper, they let me depend on them to express my feelings rather than letting my vocabulary eat me up. So i could say that writing has been one of the finest way to express my emotions and publishing a book is the cherry on top.

I taught myself how to see more of life using the same small mirror i had and now i sleep comfortably knowing I achieved the goals I’ve set, prospered by my positive vibe and affirm mindset.
– Zeinab Arjah