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Iqra Sayyad·March 21, 2025

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Beneath Tree

written by: Iqra Sayyad

I stand each day beneath this tree,
Hoping she’ll see what she means to me.
I took big risks, I lied, I cared,
But in the end, she wasn’t there.

She came to me when she had needs,
I gave it all, watched her succeed.
But when I reached out for her hand,
She walked away, I couldn’t understand.

I hide my hurt, my silent cries,
And keep it buried deep inside.
I’ve learned the hard way, people leave,
They take what’s good, then let you grieve.

So now I stand, alone and still,
With wounds I know might never heal.
I face the truth, though it feels wrong—
Sometimes we’re strong by staying strong.

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Iqra Sayyad

I am an 11th-grade student with a passion for writing fresh and original stories. Always exploring new ideas, I enjoy pushing creative boundaries and experimenting with different genres and styles. Whether it's crafting short stories, poetry, or essays, they're driven by a desire to bring unique perspectives to life.

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Laura is a native of South Florida who has spent over a decade working in the healthcare industry. She loves the outdoors and is equally at home on the beach or in the mountains. She enjoys a variety of activities, including biking, photography, yoga and hiking. Spirituality is very important to Laura and much of her writing centers around working through grief and loss. Laura also writes on a variety of other topics, in which she tries to send a positive message, adding a touch of humor when appropriate. Laura doesn't shy away from writing on darker topics as she believes it's important to embrace the shadow self. If you had to ask her what her favorite drink was, she'd most definitely say coffee. You also may have seen her cosplaying Catwoman. Laura is a lover of all animals, and owns several cats and dogs.

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