<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Maitha Writes]]></title><description><![CDATA[Welcome to Maitha Writes, where I express emotions and stories through poetry, inviting you to connect, reflect, and explore the beauty of words.]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 22:21:48 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.maithaswriting.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[My Everlasting Love ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hey you, I don’t know your name yet, but I need you to know this: waiting for you is the opposite of being alone. Every year I lived before finding you was not time wasted, but a portal to right here. I am already more yours than you could ever imagine, so close you probably look right past the spot where I am waiting when you wonder where your person is. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But imagine me now, walking the future chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/my-everlasting-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ac6b7f71a6470e6cb9fdf78</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 21:22:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Orphaned]]></title><description><![CDATA[You didn’t enter a life that was begging to be saved  They were fine before you came along  They had learned the shape of their own quiet; they knew how to stand on thin ice without breaking it  They had built a peace out of solitude, and they weren't asking anyone to build them a house  Then you arrived, loud and uninvited, with a toolbox full of vows  You auditioned to be their whole universe  You told them you were building a home,  and you asked them where they wanted their bed to go  You...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/orphaned</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ac6b35b60b96c0e2670d3ac</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 21:04:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hand Me Down Hearts]]></title><description><![CDATA[I grew up learning the shape of absence tracing it along doorframes pressing my fingers to walls hoping they would teach me how to fold myself into love without snapping in the corners You moved through your house like sunlight hands spilling kindness I could not catch your laughter lingered in corners like it belonged to someone I would never meet I learned to hide my name tilt my voice paint over the cracks in my hands so when they asked if I was okay I could nod and let the lie fill the...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/hand-me-down-hearts</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f61b1904b472953c78b59f</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 11:27:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Key]]></title><description><![CDATA[He said I ruin everything I touch. That my name tastes like rust. That even silence flinches when I enter a room. He said many awful things to me. Spat them like confessions, like the words themselves could cleanse him of me. And still he kept my name on the key. The one to the room that once meant mine. The one that still unlocks a door he swore he’d never open again. Maybe he forgot it was there. Or maybe hatred needs a souvenir. Maybe he wanted proof that the monster he built me into was...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/the-key</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f6189281fa67640663cd99</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 11:10:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Growing Pains]]></title><description><![CDATA[I hold old photos like apologies I forgot to send,  like postcards from a timeline I accidentally left behind in the dryer,  faded, ...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/growing-pains</link><guid isPermaLink="false">679a2b693a4ac3cbc5233035</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 05:31:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fb1133_725b15b97bfb4e629a87c39c9ab713db~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_612,h_408,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Holding Lightning]]></title><description><![CDATA[The storm said, "It's okay to be loud." Said, "Even thunder has a pulse that trembles." I said, "But what if I break the sky?" The storm laughed, shook its clouds, spilled rain like an apology,  said, "Darling, what do you think lightning is for?" I want to learn how to love without flinching to build a home in the spaces between lightning strikes. But my heart has this habit of running barefoot through fields of burnt-out stars, asking if it’s too late to make a wish. The ocean said,...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/how-to-hold-lightning</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67d90dcaf0ff411ae68f78ca</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2025 05:48:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Lighthouse in Plastic]]></title><description><![CDATA[I never learned how to close doors  without checking if someone’s running to catch them.  It’s a habit like apologizing to furniture,  or...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/a-lighthouse-in-plastic</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6801e6444519164d3438bf2d</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2025 05:48:11 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unread]]></title><description><![CDATA[For the girl who never turns the page. The person I write for doesn’t read. She doesn’t know that the poems are about her. Doesn’t know...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/unread</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fb5640555ee813e6b21ccb</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 06:14:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Teapot]]></title><description><![CDATA[I used to think love looked like your hands on a teapot. Not in grand gestures not roses, not rings, but in the way you lifted the lid as...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/teapot</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fb560fd2b5eeef5fbed4e4</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 06:13:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Way Silence Sings]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fairouz reminds me of beginnings. Of something sacred starting like rain on parched land, like my name finally pronounced the way it was...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/the-way-silence-sings</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fb55d7c9ecd448413e69d9</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 06:12:56 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where Her Hands End and Her Voice Begins]]></title><description><![CDATA[Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back like instinct, press gently like prayer, like muscle memory in a world made...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/where-her-hands-end-and-her-voice-begins</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fb4d2722c378d44b976f33</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 05:35:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Things Her Hands Know]]></title><description><![CDATA[Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back exactly when my lungs forget how to breathe. They pour my coffee before I...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/the-things-her-hands-know</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fb4c04555ee813e6b1fa6a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 05:31:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Things We Never Say Out Loud]]></title><description><![CDATA[You are playing a game I never agreed to.  Calling checkmate on a board I don’t recognize.  Leaving me to wonder if the rules are written...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/things-we-never-say-out-loud</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67d542b77f6f9dfc826d86be</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2025 09:04:59 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Checkers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. But I'm not ready to get out...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/checkers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">651323d10d17d594556f4991</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2025 17:28:20 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Can we be friends?]]></title><description><![CDATA["Can we be friends?" You softly spoke, A question lingering like wisps of smoke. Absolutely I thought, what harm could it bring And I...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/can-we-be-friends</link><guid isPermaLink="false">654e00df3165184b06f4a5da</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2023 10:07:30 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Room]]></title><description><![CDATA[In my room, I sit and stare At the walls so bare, and the empty chair And I miss the happy girl who once lived there Who would laugh and...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/the-room</link><guid isPermaLink="false">654ccf56ca86a15f47308a40</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2023 12:24:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Painful Confrontation]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have learned to romanticize my trembling lips Filled my life with sayings that were always empty, to begin with If I can romanticize...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/the-painful-confrontation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">654a0008d3e54b8ef9b31487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2023 09:15:17 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Call Of Duty]]></title><description><![CDATA[The screen flickers in a kaleidoscope of colors, A world of pixels, emotions, and triggers, I wield a gun, a soldier in this digital...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/call-of-duty</link><guid isPermaLink="false">651bfeb05ec7e4037de2edfd</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2023 11:44:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[MissedCall ]]></title><description><![CDATA[I feel an ache in my heart when the phone rings My fingers tremble  before I look at the screen Will he call me back I think? Could that...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/missedcall</link><guid isPermaLink="false">651bfc7d7484aec1b12945a9</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2023 11:37:47 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yellow Paint]]></title><description><![CDATA[Vincent Van Gogh, a man of incredible art, Yet, a soul tormented, forever torn apart, Swallowing yellow paint to heal the hole in his...]]></description><link>https://www.maithaswriting.com/post/yellow-paint</link><guid isPermaLink="false">651671f46ac060d9e8383f4c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2023 12:57:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fb1133_c3bfdb68420e4a7cad254b32ae3044b8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_705,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Maitha Alhabtari</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>