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Life Is the Backside of Embroidery by Aasfa Siddiqui | One Poem Only
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- May 25, 2026
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One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Life Is the Backside Of Embroidery by Aasfa Siddiqui Aasfa Siddiqui I’ve been thinking about it lately life feels like the backside of embroidery. All I see are the knots, threads pulling in opposite directions, lines crossing with no pattern, like someone stitched it blindfolded. But then flip it. Turn it over. And there it is. The picture you never thought was forming flowers blooming where only knots existed, Maybe that’s just my side of the cloth. Maybe God sees the other. The one I’m not allowed to touch yet. The side where these very knots hold the picture together. Maybe heartbreak is just a red thread meant to shape the outline of something larger. Maybe loneliness is a dark patch that gives contrast to all the light. Maybe even the useless stitches, the ones we regret, add texture, depth, weight. When the fabric is turned, perhaps at the very end, we’ll see it every knot holding the shape, every crooked line part of the symmetry. The mess will finally look like meaning, and the backside will make sense everything we called chaos will glow with perfect order. Faith isn’t about seeing the image at all, but walking through the confusion, believing that nothing here is wasted. That even the ugliest loops are part of a beauty I can’t see from this side. And so I stop trying to untangle everything. I let the threads dangle where they want. I trust that someone’s hands gentler than mine know what they’re weaving. And if being lost in these tangle still means I’m stitched into His design, then let me remain here knotted, confused, but never outside the pattern. So yes, life is the backside of embroidery, and God is the One who sees the picture. We…