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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...

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

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 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? 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... 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.

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

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.

I hated liars, their words like a stain

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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...

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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. 

We always think there's enough time to do things...

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"We always think there's enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens, and then we stand there holding on to words like 'if'." ~Fredrik Backman

Am I what people have done to me or what...?

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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

I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this...

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I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this forgotten and barren land. Watered with tears I couldn't swallow and blood from my weary hands. Oh the harvest that was to follow, as roses from Arabian sands tell tales of a better tomorrow, and hope in my Maker's plans. ~Suhaib Rumi

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  

Have the courage to let go...

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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

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

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

Women, they have minds, and they have souls...

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"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

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