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...

I actually feed on intelligence, I admire people who...


I actually feed on intelligence, I admire people who know alot and think deeply, even a little conversation with them will take you into a new dimension, they not only know about their religion, culture or nation they belong to but their knowledge is so diverse that it gives you whole different perspective to see the world. And they don't keep their mind to themselves but also try to bring the difference in people's live, I admire such people, they are my inspiration.
-Mohammad Usama

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