Ambivert

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...

Sometimes a good heart is like a quiet candle in a loud room. It burns gently, gives warmth, and asks for nothing in return. But people often notice fireworks more than candles.  Not because the candle is less beautiful, but because the world has grown used to noise, not sincerity. A pure heart gives, listens, forgives, and stays. And because it stays, people begin to believe it will always stay. So they test it. They stretch it. Sometimes they break pieces of it… thinking it will still glow the same. And the good heart wonders: If I give so much love, why does no one hold it carefully? But the truth is, many people do not recognize the value of a gentle soul until they have already wounded it. A good heart wants to be cherished not because it is weak, but because love, by its nature, longs to be received. A river does not flow only to itself, it flows to reach the ocean. 🌊 But one day, the pure heart learns something deeper. Not through advice. Not through books. But through sile...

“Do not be hasty in praising people or blaming them, for perhaps what pleases you from a person today will displease you tomorrow, and perhaps what displeases you today, will please you tomorrow." ʿAbdullāh b. Masʿūd رضي الله عنه   [Al-Bayhaqī, Shuʿab Al-Īmān article 6177]

I'm still learning how to go back and reread my own chapters without feeling like I want to set all of my pages on fire. ~E.V Rogina

Am I what people have done to me, or what I have managed to save despite what people have done to me? Am I the mosaic of experiences or the ruins of existence? ~Sadia Hakim