Girl power, Love, life & everything's else in between, motivation and inspiration, personal

An affirmation for the ladies. Say: I am a queen

I | A M | A | Q U E E N

I don’t need anybody to tell me that because daily, I make conscious choices to try and better myself, for myself, for God and for my loved ones.

I am queen because I’ve overcome hurts and pain that was meant to break me. I turn pain into power!

I am a queen because God made me and because I know I can only do things with his will and permission and hey, I’m okay with that.

I’m a queen because when I do something I do it with love and all things positive. I don’t do it based on condition or because I have to. If it’s well within my soul, it’s the purest and most sincerest.

I am a queen because I treat people with honesty, love and respect, like the kings and queens that they are; Because what’s the use of identifying somebody as a king or queen but never treating them with the honour that they deserve…

I am a queen because I err. I am flaw-filled. But I wear those flaws confidently because we were not born to perfect, we were born to work towards being better than who we were yesterday.

I am a queen because I’m a warrior and not a worrier. Nothing can keep me down for too long. Call me my own knight in shining armor! I soldier on proudly in the constant wars that happen between self and I and those that continue around me. Forget justice, I am in the league of Hercules and Maximus Decimus Meridius

I am a queen because I choose to celebrate the best in people and not compete. Lol you can never compare me to you. Our struggles are different and therefore our battles are different.

I am a queen because I fight for what’s right, irrespective of race, colour or creed so best believe, if you coming for me, you better come correct.

I am a queen because I love to learn. I try different things to widen my perspective and self-growth and mastery is what I’m after.

And hell, I’m a queen coz I brush my hair some days and others I don’t, I listen to rap music one day and then jazz the next. I rock purple orange and green on somedays and black and grey on others.

Point is, I’m a queen in my own right and my soul is royalty! Rest assured, you and yours are too.

Love, light and supreme delight: from just an ordinary queen!

Love, life & everything's else in between, motivation and inspiration, personal

Happiness is a choice, let’s choose it.


Many women, people in fact, go through some sought of heart break. The kind that leaves you, at the time, with no other choice but to be guarded. Guardered where you love from a distance, where you put yourself out there but only show people what you want people to see. The smile, fiesty attitude. The bling, money, cars or IDGAF attitude. It leaves you guarded where, when folk get too close, you act out and do things to push em away…because of the fear of getting hurt or feeling that heart ache again.

I’ve recently made a decision to no longer let that very fear, strip me of the things that could possibly make me the happiest. I’ve made a decision to not let that fear control my life by controlling my decisions.


 The people or persons who have caused us that heart ache are out there living their lives, moving on, and we’re always the ones left putting the pieces of the puzzle together, alone. But that’s not such a bad thing. Because we’re victors not victims. We are built for come backs. (Can I get an Amen)

You see, pain is inevitable and demands to be felt. But even pain, makes for the best teacher. One learns that the quickest way out of pain, is through it. So take ya time and work through it. 

Question: Does the person who caused you any pain deserve to still control your life long after they’re gone? 

And I’m guessing youre answer will be HELL NAH, they’ve done enough! Yeah? 

Well that’s the answer I’m looking for because they shouldn’t have that privellage. . . They shouldn’t have the privellage of guaranteeing or smirking at the fact that you won’t let anybody too close because of the fear of getting hurt again. They shouldn’t have the privellage of thinking that they’re irreplaceable and that they would never have to deal with you actually moving on and being happy and inturn them losing you. If anything, they should be feeling all of the above more!

By living in the fear of being hurt again, you pretty much allowing them to keep that power. You allow them to have that control of not pursuing the things that make YOU happy.

Let this be the day that you start controlling what impact pain has on your life and not give pain the power to control what impact it has on you. 

Let this be the day that you go back to being the best version of yourself, the uneffed version, the version that wants to be loved and wants to love freely. The version that never compromised on anything that you did. 

Let this be the day that you face that fear and you tell that fear that it will no longer rule your life , that you’re boss and you’re in control. 

Know, that this will not guarentee that you won’t get hurt again, so let that not be the expectation but, choosing happiness and a fearless life may actually be the one shot you’ve been waiting for. What more do you have to lose? They’ve already stripped you of everything before. 


I never thought I’d be in this space, where I’d wear my heart on my sleeve again. Where I’d write poetry expressing my gratitude or actually introducing him to the people closest to me. But here I am, with no guarantee that the love I’ve recently found is going to last but I’m here, loving sincerely like I would before, writing that poetry and enjoying the happiness, the gratitude, the countless attempts of him showing me how special I am to him. I’m here ready to fight like I never had, to rewire all the eish in my head and heart. I’m here ready to give this love a fair chance, to compromise, communicate, and just to love with no condition. 

I’m present and opening up myself to the blessings the almighty has put before me. I’m here opening up my heart and my soul to the happiness and respect and love and joy and the peace that my soul deserves and if it’s doesn’t work out? I can Atleast say “hey, I gave the best of me and this too shall pass once the lesson that’s meant to be taught is learnt” 


My name is Tasneem, I’ve lived through abuse, the loss of loved ones through natural causes and murder. I’ve been cheated on and divorced and I’ve lost a child all by the tender age of 23 but that doesn’t define me. 

What defines me is that I am also flaw filled, a reciprocater of love and light. I have enough of the right kind of love to go around the world and back and I am not ashamed of it. I am loyal, I have goals, I love God. What defines me is the person I’ve become because of the hurt and the pain and the fear that I once felt. 

I choose happiness, I choose peace, I choose power.

Happiness is a choice, go on now and choose it.

Love, life & everything's else in between, personal

Dear God …💔

I know that everything happens by your will and I know not to question you. But sometimes I just can’t fathom why some things happen.

This evening I read a story of a mom who lost her son, it brought back all of the emotions that I had when I lost Mika’il and it was at this moment that I knew I probably will never get over losing my son. I write when I’m emotional so if this doesn’t make any sense, please pardon me.

I sit writing this with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I’ve finally faced completing miks baby book. Something I’ve been putting on hold for years. 

Pages from Miks book ❤

I sometimes feel ungrateful when I think of him and cry becAuse you (God) have blessed me in so many ways and i now know just how much you believe in me putting me through all of this and knowing that I will make it through , I’m only saying this because if you knew I wouldn’t make it you wouldn’t have let this happen right? 

I’m sitting here looking at all his ultrasound pictures. My heart is literally breaking into a million pieces yet I am still and remembering all of the logical things to tell myself but I want nothing more than to just punch a wall , or scream and to just break down but then in the same breath I think “what difference would it make” speak about mixed emotions. Is this normal ? What is normal about this God? Is there a “way” us moms supposed to deal with this? I tried forgetting and blocking it all out but that clearly hasn’t helped; I’m sitting here three years later feeling all the pain once again. 

Wouldn’t looking at these make you feel the same way? 

Miks foot print ❤️
Mik sucking his thumb
Facing the 🎥 for mum
Him resting in peace 💔

Mums who have lost their kids, I don’t know your story and can’t tell you how brave you are if you’re still here reading this; the strength that is you. I still to this day only wonder what he would be like, who he would look like, what his favourite food would have been or where his favourite place to visit would be. I still wonder , till this day, what his favorite toy would have been or how he would look when he just wakes up or what his favourite pjs would be. I still wonder how my life would have been if he were still here. I still wonder.

I can’t tell you what has helped me cope or that things will get better because I’ve pretty much winged getting through these passed three years. 

I can however, tell you that God has faith in you if he is trusting you with this burden. He knows you’re stronger than you think you are. 

I can also tell you that you’re courageous. It’s a pain I don’t think anybody can describe and to beable to just live through day by day takes a hell of a lot.

Dear God , bless the very many mums and dads who have witnessed the loss of their kids. Strengthen them and be their peace. Amen 🙏🏼 

An emotional post 

From just an ordinary mum