The Hope star by Amira

This poem is the first in a series of poems by Amira, a poet and guest contributor to our blog. We will publish one of her poems every week. We pray that these poems touch your heart as much as they did ours.

 



The hope star

When night folds in on the sky,

and silence grows teeth in the corners of rooms,

there is a star—small, stubborn, but bright

perched in the ribcage of Corvus¹, refusing to leave.


She does not shine when the sun is high.

She waits.

For the heavy hours.

For when the heart forgets its own rhythm.

For when the darkness envelopes the world


Wings dusted with ash,

Eyes made of fire,

She guards a single speck—

A thing too small to see, too strong to break.

She radiates at the whisper of giving up.

She pecks at the window

and makes you look

one more time.


Hope is not loud.

It guards you quietly,

Even when the cosmos explode

It stays.


 

¹Corvus: A constellation representing a crow, or raven, Corvus was the sacred bird of god

Apollo. Reimagined, in this poem a star lives inside Corvus, in its ribcage, making a home in a

symbol once cursed. Bringing forth hope to a once dismal myth.

 

About The Author

 I’m Amira, and writing has always been the way I process my feelings and the world around me. A lot of what I write comes from real moments in my life—small things that stayed with me, or emotions I couldn’t explain out loud. My poems are pieces of myself, and sharing them means a lot to me.  

About 'the Hope star

I wrote this poem because I’ve never really related to the way people describe hope. To me, hope isn’t loud or dramatic — it’s more like a star. Even when we can’t see it, we know it’s still there, and even when the universe collapses, stars reform and remain. That quiet, stubborn, everlasting kind of presence is what hope means to me.  

About Muslim Women For

Muslim Women For regularly publishes submissions to the blog. We encourage submissions from community members. To learn more, visit our submission criteria page. The views and opinions expressed in these posts do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of the organization, ‘Muslim Women For.'

 
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