Ambivert

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 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

Imagine moonlight whispering secrets to a flower bowed by dew. That's the tenderness in Allah's words to women in the Quran:  " Do not be sad ."  These aren't just words; they are luminous embraces meant to soothe the soul. See how gently He speaks:  "So that her eyes may find coolness and she would not grieve." (Al-Qasas)  It's like a soft hand wiping away tears.  Again,  " That their eyes may find comfort and they may not grieve." (Al-Ahzab)  A promise of solace. Even in moments of great trial,  "Do not grieve," (Maryam) a whisper of hope.  And again, a double blessing: "Do not fear and do not grieve." (Al-Qasas) Why this repeated tenderness? Because Allah, in His infinite wisdom, understands that a woman's sorrow resonates deeply. It's not a fleeting shadow, but a storm that can shake her very core, dimming her light, weakening her strength, and stealing her peace. He sees the delicate architecture of her hear...

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 wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.

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.

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. The more you understand certain things, the more you wish you didn't understand them. ~Charles Bukowski

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.

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.

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 is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."  ~Federico Garcia Lorca

I hated liars, their words like a stain, Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game. Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell, The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell. In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face, A prisoner of lies in this familiar place. I sought out the truth, but found only strife, The greatest of lies is the one in my life.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart. 

“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]

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

Every action I take for someone is fueled by love. You never have to worry about hidden agendas with me because I cherish you for who you are, not for what you can do for me.

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  

Please, just have the courage to let go of the people who leave your heart confused. Let go of the people who make you feel like you are compromising all that you desire, and all that you hope for, and all of the goodness and the beauty that you know exists in this world, for a skinny version of love. Let go of falling in love with potential, let go of falling in love with the idea of someone rather than who they truly are. Let go of the fears you have that keep you holding on to something that hurts, something that is so heavy, something that has only left you feeling misunderstood, or unworthy, or at war with yourself. ~Atticuspoetry

"Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for." - Jo March, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott