Muslims in Eindhoven

We are far away from each other, my love, How will these sorrows ever fade? Just meet me once, my beloved, And all my sadness will turn into joy. 🖤🥀🦋🫠

Taking off clothes is not proof of loyalty…!! 🌸

If you can gently hold her dupatta with care, then fall in love. 🥺❤️‍🩹

If you can touch her soul, not just her body, then fall in love. 🥺❤️

Saying “She belongs to me” and claiming ownership is not love… 🥺🤌🏻

If you can say “I belong to her,” then fall in love. 🥺💔

Hello everyone... So .. do you guys know what an energy vampire is..?? 🧛🏻‍♂️🧛🏻‍♀️

Have you ever felt that when you talk to someone they constantly make the conversation about themselves... They refuse to take responsibility and blame others for their problems..and the main thing ... You always feel drained .. stressed or distressed after talking to them... 😮‍💨

I'll let you know the solutions to this situation but what do you guys think should be done ..in this kind of relationship..?? 🙄

Stay calm.. it's just dunya.. 💜🪻

The Day We Met Between the Roses

Some love stories start with a swipe. Ours started with a sunflower and a spilled bouquet.

It was a rainy Tuesday in March. Not the kind of day you plan to meet anyone. I was just there to buy flowers for my mom’s birthday. The little shop on 4th Street smelled like rain + lilies + fresh soil. You know that smell? The one that makes you forget deadlines for 5 minutes.

That’s when I saw him.

He was standing in front of the rose wall, looking completely lost. Holding a card that said “I’m sorry” and staring at a bunch of white tulips like they held the answers to the universe.

I almost didn’t say anything. But then he reached for the last sunflower, and so did I. Our hands bumped. Petals everywhere.

“Sorry, that’s my bad luck charm,” he laughed, and tried to pick up the fallen flowers.
“Looks like we both have bad luck,” I said, kneeling to help. “I wanted that sunflower too.”

We ended up splitting it. One half for him, one for me. Ridiculous, right? But it felt right.

We talked for 20 minutes. About nothing and everything.
He was buying flowers because he’d forgotten his sister’s graduation. I was buying flowers because I always forget to tell people I love them out loud.
He hated the smell of lavender. I was allergic to daisies.
He thought peonies were “too dramatic.” I thought they were perfect.

The shop owner, Mrs. Patel, kept pretending to arrange roses in the back but I swear she was listening to every word.

When it was time to leave, we both reached for the door. And then we both stopped.
“Do you… come here often?” he asked.
“Only when I need to apologize to flowers,” I replied.

We exchanged numbers. Not because it was planned. Because neither of us wanted the conversation to end at the checkout counter.

Three weeks later, he showed up at the same shop. With two coffees and a bouquet of peonies. “For the dramatic girl,” the note said.
I was there too. With lavender. “For the guy who’s wrong about lavender.”

That was 2 years ago.

We still go back to that flower shop every month. Not to buy anything. Just to sit on the little bench outside and watch people rush in for apologies, birthdays, first dates, and “I’m thinking of you” moments.

Mrs. Patel now keeps a sunflower aside for us. She says it’s our “anniversary flower.”

People ask me how we knew.
I didn’t. Not that day. I just knew that talking to a stranger about tulips felt easier than talking to anyone I’d known for years.
Love isn’t always fireworks. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s bumping hands over a sunflower. It’s choosing to stay 5 more minutes. It’s coming back to the same place because of a person, not the flowers.

If you’re waiting for a big, cinematic moment — check the flower shops.
Check the small places where people go to say things they don’t know how to say with words.

That’s where I found him. Half a sunflower, a bad sense of direction, and the best plot twist of my life.

What about you?
Have you ever met someone in the most unexpected place? A bookstore, a bus stop, a flower shop? Tell me your story in the comments. I’m collecting them 🌻