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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...

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...

Cherish the good heart...

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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...

It is a curse to have a heart that feels...

It is a curse to have a heart that feels too much and a mind that overthinks. It feels true when you’re exhausted by your own emotions and thoughts. When you replay conversations, imagine worst-case scenarios, feel pain too deeply, and care more than others seem to. A heart that feels deeply is capable of rare empathy, loyalty, and love. A mind that overthinks is also a mind that analyzes, reflects, and seeks meaning. The problem isn’t that you feel too much or think too much. The problem is when those two turn against you instead of working for you. When, feelings become self-blame.  Thinking becomes fear.  Reflection becomes rumination. Sensitivity + intelligence can feel like a curse in a loud, careless world. But in the right balance, they’re strengths most people don’t have. Maybe it’s not a curse. Maybe it’s power without boundaries yet. ~Ambivertsyed

Suddenly, she realised that what she was... Perhaps the best chapters were not those.

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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. And yet, with that understanding came a strange relief. For while some futures were gone, others unwritten and unknown still awaited her. Perhaps the best chapters were not those she had imagined, but those she had yet to live.

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

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.

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.

What a marvelous feeling it would be...

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What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought. - Akif Kichloo

I'm still learning how to go back and reread my...

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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

My family's love, a distant song...

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In the silent halls where echoes fade,   I wander lost, in shadows shade,   My family's love, a distant song,   Unheard, unnoticed, all along.   Their eyes like stars, cold and distant,   No warmth, no comfort, so persistent,   In their embrace, an empty space,   A void where love should find its place.   Yet still, I yearn for their tender touch,   A fleeting hope, I cling to much,   But in this realm of darkened hue,   My family's love, alas, rings untrue. ~Ambivertsyed  

It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than

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It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise. -Fyodor Dostoyevsky

No matter how much you're loved, to feel

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No matter how much you're loved,  to feel loved, you must be seen for who you really are. That's when every ounce of love given is a pound felt. ~Suhaib Rumi

People were never my need...

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People were never my need Perspectives were. Hearts were. Souls were. People beyond People were. ~Sadia Hakim

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to...

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to happen, but it's hope I'm living on. And I prefer to live and die hoping, than living and hoping to die. -sadia/@silllydiaries

Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired...

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Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully. - Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

This is how heart makes a duet...

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Everything is beautiful and I am so sad. This is how the heart makes a duet of wonder and grief. ~Mark Nepo

I want to leave, to go somewhere where...

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"I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in.. but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted."  ~Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

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

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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