A Different God
written by: Fathima Ruhi Amisa
Giggles twirling around a child,
Their hue lighting in bloom,
By his side, torn sheets were piled,
Today, mommy said, “No gloom.”
Stars in eyes, clay in his hands,
A god of different kind,
Earth moving under his gaze with no remand,
Its legs swaying in newborn pride, alive.
The child’s lips moved in glee, “Welcome!
My red room is now your homeland,
I create with my thumb,
Your fate is already planned.”
Fathima Ruhi A., a South Asian student living in New Brunswick, Canada, finds poetry to be her refuge outside of her academic and extracurricular activities. As an eager writer, she views poetry as a voice of acknowledgment, empathy, and protest—values reflected in all her work. She initially wrote only for her classes, then shared her poetry on social media where she later deleted her accounts out of fear of judgment and doubt, “Who is ever going to read this?” Now, she hopes to share more of her work to show people they are not alone.
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- A Different God - August 20, 2026
