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Women should not be sad?

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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...

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

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.