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The echoes of those lies...

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The stories that I told myself to ease the lonely ache now haunt my waking moments, the promises they break. •The phantom comfort, woven in the night, Now claws at dawn, and steals away the light. •I built a fortress, from illusions spun, But shadows creep, and battles are begun. •Each whispered 'maybe,' each imagined grace, Returns a specter, in this empty space. •The echoes of those lies, a constant, chilling sound, Where solace once resided, now only wounds are found.   •The painted smiles, the words I longed to hear, Now twist and mock me, fueled by rising fear. •My heart, a stage where fantasies once played, Now holds a theater, where truths are re-betrayed. •The warmth I sought, within my crafted dream,  Has turned to frost, a cold and bitter gleam.

The echoes of those lies...

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The stories that I told myself to ease the lonely ache now haunt my waking moments, the promises they break. •The phantom comfort, woven in the night, Now claws at dawn, and steals away the light. •I built a fortress, from illusions spun, But shadows creep, and battles are begun. •Each whispered 'maybe,' each imagined grace, Returns a specter, in this empty space. •The echoes of those lies, a constant, chilling sound, Where solace once resided, now only wounds are found.   •The painted smiles, the words I longed to hear, Now twist and mock me, fueled by rising fear. •My heart, a stage where fantasies once played, Now holds a theater, where truths are re-betrayed. •The warmth I sought, within my crafted dream,  Has turned to frost, a cold and bitter gleam.

I peered into Jannah and saw that the majority...

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RasoolAllahﷺ farmate hain:  "Maine Jannat mein jhank kar dekha to Jannatiyon mein ziyadati gareebon ki nazar aayi, aur maine Dozakh mein jhank kar dekha to Dozakiyon mein kasrat avraton ki nazar aayi." Ye hadees humein do aham baatein samjhati hai:  1. Jannat mein Ghareebon ki Aksariyat   Nabi Kareemﷺ ne jab Jannat mein jhank kar dekha to wahan zyadatar ghareeb log the. Iska ye matlab nahi ke sirf ghareeb log Jannat mein jayenge, balki iska maqsad ye hai ke jo log duniya mein tangdasti aur mushkilat ke bawajood Allah ka shukr karte hain, sabr se kaam lete hain, aur apni zindagi deen ke mutabiq guzarte hain, unka ajar Jannat hai.  Islam mein ameer hona buri baat nahi, lekin ameer log jab maal ka ghamand karte hain, Allah ki ibadat se door hote hain, ya gareebon ki madad nahi karte, to unke liye musibat hoti hai. Isliye, aksar gareeb log sabr aur shukr ki wajah Se Jannat mein zyada honge.  2. Jahannam mein Auraton ki Kasrat  Is hadees ka ye matlab nahi hai ke...

Ramadan Mubarak✨️

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As we embark on this sacred journey of Ramadan, may Allah shower His blessings upon you and your family. May your days be filled with piety and your nights with tranquillity. Ramadan Mubarak!✨️

Everything I fantasised has left me...

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Everything I fantasised has left me traumatised.

A poet's greatest fear is knowing their...

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A poet's greatest fear is knowing their muse may never understand the weight of the words meant only for them.  -kamran ahmad

Allah, The most merciful.

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The sea did not drown Musa. The fire did not burn lbrahim. The knife did not kill Ismaeel. The whale did not eat Yunus.  Be with Allah - Allah will be with you.  Having a hard time?  Close your eyes, take a deep breath and say:  Ya Allah,  I know it's your plan. Just help me through it. " She raised her hands and cried to her Lord, "Ya Allāh, You are my only hope." Do not lose hope in Allah. He is the only one who does not break His promises. Lesson from Surah Yusuf  ● Dreams come true, if Allah wills  ● Never lose hope   ● Keep making dua "The door that Allah closes is your protection, not your curse." A hand lifted to Allah swt  is never returned empty. Allah is more compassionate than a thousand shoulders and a thousand bonds, Allah stays when no one remains. Bibi Aisha Siddiqa (may Allah be pleased with her) was a young woman, her heart heavy with a burden of guilt. She had made a terrible mistake, one she believed was beyond forgiveness...

I yearned for joy to fill my soul...

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A lesson's weight, a heavy toll, I yearned for joy to fill my soul. Not wisdom etched in sorrow's lines, But sunlight's gift, where true grace shines. A blessing's bloom, a gentle art, Instead of pain that tore apart. I wished for peace, a tranquil scene, Not lessons learned, so sharp and keen.

I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace?

Suddenly, she realised that what she was...

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Suddenly, she realised that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.  ~F. Scott Fitzgerald

I sat under the rain with a bee...

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I sat under the rain with a bee next to me and spoke to it as if the world had run out of listeners. Oh, bee, I searched for love the way you searched for honey, but life's troubles weigh upon my soul, just like this rain drop that weighs upon your little wings. ~Hashem y-a.

Few poems by Mahmoud Darwish💕

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To mark my 300th post, I'm sharing a collection of poems by Mahmoud Darwish. His powerful words offer deep insights into love and separation. Enjoy! I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments. 'I felt like my homeland was occupied again.' Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away. Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will. Don't befriend me for a day, and leave me a month. Don't get close to me if you're going to leave. Don't say what you don't do. Be close or get away. A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'. Poetry an...

Sadness is caused by intelligence..

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Sadness is caused by Intelligence. The more you understand certain things, the more you wish you didn't understand them. ~Charles Bukowski

Perhaps it isn't love when I say you are what I love

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Perhaps it isn't love when I say you are what I love the- most you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love." ~Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

I have a big heart, and sometimes I hate it,

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I have a big heart, anything and sometimes I hate it, I overthink, apologize too much, forgive too easily, worry too much about people who don't care about me, I feel guilty for things I have no control over, and I feel lonely because I'm afraid I won't find anyone who loves me as deeply as I love.

Love is a prayer.

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I prayed a prayer for you that I never offered for myself—asking for your happiness, strength in your struggles, and peace to fill your heart. I sought patience to endure my suffering, hoping you find joy and love in every moment. Love is a prayer, and prayer is love. Whoever loves you prays for you, and whoever prays for you has expressed their love for you.

To have peace, and to be in love...

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سکون حاصل کرنا اور محبت کرنا اور وہ بھی بیک وقت؟ اسے بھول جاؤ - مرزا غالب  To have peace, and to be in love And that too, simultaneously? Forget it. -Mirza Ghalib

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it...

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"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."  ~Federico Garcia Lorca

If you don't understand why somebody is grieving...

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If you don't understand why somebody is grieving f or so long over something, consider yourself  fortunate that you do not understand.

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self centered...

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People are illogical, unreasonable, and self centered. Love them anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. ~Kent M. Keith

Maybe in another time, in another universe...

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Maybe in another time, in another universe, there is a little girl with long, dark hair and she is loved right by the people who were supposed to love her. she lies in fields of flowers and butterflies dance on her cheeks and the burn from the sun is the most painful thing she ever feels. ~jessica jocelyn