In a world where women often navigate through myriad challenges, finding solace in creativity can be a transformative experience. My name is Rehana and I am the creator of RAZIN ✨ a platform dedicated to celebrating the magic of art, poetry, and self-growth. My journey with RAZIN began as a tribute to my father Nizar, whose strong love for me continue to guide me every day.
Growing up in a multicultural household, I was exposed to diverse perspectives and experiences. My father Nizar and I have always been incredibly similar in the way that we live life as brave free spirits but we were both also really stubborn, which is probably why we fought a lot. Nevertheless, he was and will always be my favorite person in this whole world. His name, a constant reminder of his magical presence, became the inspiration behind RAZIN. Through RAZIN, I pay homage to my father’s legacy by embracing the power of art and poetry to heal and inspire.
My journey with RAZIN is intertwined with my personal struggles and triumphs. As a woman of Indian heritage, raised in a Muslim household in Portugal and later making Australia my home, I have encountered unique challenges. Despite the inherent struggles, I found refuge in creativity, using art and poetry as vehicles for self-expression and empowerment.
Losing my father was a profound and deeply personal experience. In the midst of grief, I turned to art and poetry as a means of catharsis and healing. Each stroke of the brush and every word I wrote became a testament to my resilience and inner strength. Through RAZIN, I invite others to embark on their own journey of self-discovery and healing through creativity.
RAZIN is more than just a platform; it is a community of like-minded individuals who seek solace and inspiration through art and poetry. By sharing my story and experiences, I aim to empower others to embrace their uniqueness and find strength in vulnerability. Together, we celebrate the beauty of diversity and the transformative power of creativity.
Reflecting on my journey with RAZIN, I’m reminded of a deeply personal piece of poetry I wrote about losing my father, titled “Saudade.” In Portuguese culture, the word “saudade” encapsulates a complex mix of emotions – longing, nostalgia, and melancholy – that cannot be fully translated into any other language. This poem delves into the raw emotions of grief, resilience, and the enduring bond between a father and daughter. It speaks to the universal experience of loss and the profound impact it leaves on our lives. I hope it resonates with you 🧡
SAUDADE
..Will you be sad when I’m gone?..
‘What an odd question’ she thinks
How will she tell him that he will go
Too soon
Too quickly
The heartbreak
The blood
How will she tell him that she will spend
Countless
Countless
Sleepless nights
On the bathroom floor
Begging
For him to come back
Please
Please
Please come back
How will she tell him that he will never come back
Because he went
So soon
So quickly
So much heartbreak
So much blood
How will she tell him that even now, 10 years in, she has to force herself to get up and to keep walking?
Because she knows
She knows that if she sits on that floor
Once more
She might never be able to stop crying
She might never be able to get up
And that scares her
It scares her so much.
But she’s only 15 now
She can’t tell him
Because
She doesn’t know any of this
No one does.
..Will you be sad when I’m gone?..
‘What an odd question’ she thinks
She loves him so much
He’s also just so annoying sometimes
She can see his insecurities
And it’s almost like a mirror
To herself
To her own insecurities
But she’s a teenager
She likes to show she’s strong
She knows it all
She doesn’t like to show vulnerability
None of them do
And still..
‘What an odd question’ she thinks
Does he not know that him being gone would be the worst that could ever happen to her?
Does he not know that he’s the person that she loves the most in the whole world?
That she needs
His hugs
His love
Like she needs air?
How can he be insecure about this?
How can he not know?
..Focus
You’re strong
You know everything..
..So?
Will you be sad when I’m gone?..
She looks at him and lets out a little dismissive laugh.
Of course I will Daddy. Of course I will.
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