Aadhil Muneef

Author's note, the past 6 months have been a wild ride, met a lot of people, learnt a lot of things, gave up on a lot of things I never thought I would. So the thing is, this blog has been in my drafts since the second week of December I guess, one of my friends read it and thought it wasn't up to it. I know that quality is subjective. Keep me in your prayers, I never meant to post this but I feel like it would relate to a lot people. I have not written is so long because I have my finals coming up and I am almost done with my Bachelors. I didn't change anything from what I had written, the draft is still the same, excuse my language. I am honestly sorry if my language makes any of the readers uncomfortable, however, that's the last of my F bombs. I will do better next time. Once again extremely sorry for the use profanity. I know better, but the capture of emotions is surreal so I let it be. On a final note, I kinda deleted all my socials and have no way of promoting t...

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault, Sexual Abuse and Harassment, Rape . "After every encounter, breathing became so intoxicating, my body didn't scream for help anymore, in fact I stopped feeling anything at all. After every encounter somehow subconsciously my body kept numbing itself. It was as if I was looking at myself from afar being ripped apart, being invaded by these aliens. Violated. I cannot help but think that this is the end, if only my parents knew they would ask why I was there in the first place, society would ask me what I was wearing, men would probably say that I was asking for it." "This helplessness, this inability to speak about being violated day in and day out, not having the luxury to stay peaceful, be peaceful, what even is peace anymore. The wrath of these vile creatures, the ones that have set out to hunt, this never ending lust, this endless thirst for blood. No matter the age, no matter the gender, no matter the faith that one has truly doesn...

Wandering down this dark alley, this path that I, myself forged whereas that I don't even recall it. As I move forth hoping that I'm not at the brink of my extinction, I am beyond making amends, somehow I've move past the need to do so. Still paving my way forward with not a shred of hope, how did I get here? What was it that really had the vigor to push me over into the abyss?  As for the pinnacle of hope I was striving to be, I was knocked off my pedestal, this coup de tat within myself. I've lost. Started seeking ways to keep my journey here short, but demise was not the answer. I wish that an individual would break into my house, kick my door down, split my chest open using a couple of battle-axes peak into the depth of my dark soul and witness what's really going on in there. Because I do not know.  How do I speak of this darkness that overwhelms me in every turn I make in my life if I don't even know what it really is? How to do I ask for the assistance of...