That laughter did not just echo in the air...

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There was a time I spoke of my dreams the way a child speaks of the stars softly, innocently, with affection in my voice.  I shared them not as a burden, not as a demand, but simply as a piece of my heart. And somewhere along the way, my dreams were misunderstood, and the very thing I had trusted with affection  was turned into something to laugh at. That laughter did not just echo in the air, it echoed inside my chest. And something fragile within me shattered quietly. My intention had been pure. My words had been gentle. But still, they were misunderstood. So slowly I learned to hold my heart back, to keep my dreams folded within my silence. Today, while standing in prayer, I spoke of those same dreams again but this time only to Allah. And suddenly I understood something. Those dreams were never meant to be carried by the world. Where my sincerity was misunderstood, Allah understood it before I even spoke. Where my heart once felt small, He made it feel seen. For I always k...
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A Beautiful short story of an Army officer

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Story of an Army officer💚

An army personal enters an ATM cabin in Khwaja Bagh area of Baramulla. He withdraws one hundred 
rupees from it, places the note neatly in his wallet. Next day, he returns again and withdraws the 
same amount from the ATM.
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Then he goes on like this for many more days to come. The guard at the ATM notices this wacky act but 
refrains from inquiring about the same, given the old and deep rooted fear of men in uniform. He 
resists for days, few more and many more.
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On a day when there are few civilians around, he musters the courage to ask, for he believes if the 
army personal gets enraged over him, the civilians around will rescue him from his wrath. The guard 
proceeds to ask: “Sahab, Why do you withdraw only hundred rupees from the ATM? Why do you trouble 
yourself on daily basis when you can withdraw a hefty amount that will last for weeks?” .


The army personal rubs his forehead as he looks tired; tucks his trousers properly and before he makes his way out of the cabin, tells the guard who is waiting for the answer anxiously: “The mobile number linked to my bank account is used by my wife at home. When I withdraw cash from the ATM, she gets the message on her mobile phone. This way, she comes to know that her husband is alive”. 💚✌  -Ambivertsyed

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