Poetry

When you have trust.
You have everything.
You see everything
With open smile,
Open eyes,
mind...
Dont close your self.
No loose conection,
Dont cut trust

I have always been a little selfish when it comes to loving you.

I want you to be happy, but I also want to be the one who gets to make you happy.

I long to see your smile every day.

I know you are beautiful and deserve to be admired, yet I envy those who get to gaze upon your beauty.

I'm jealous of those who get to share even a little of your time and attention, though never of the time you spend with your dearest ones.

I feel my love for you in every pulse that runs through my veins.

Things are uncertain for us now.

But I hope that, after everything, it will still be you and me.

I love you most ardently, and I wish to cherish you for the rest of our lives.

I pray that you and I are meant to be.

My heart aches to be near you.

—Icarus

DO YOU HEAR ME?

<CUSTOM_BOLD>Your perception of me
Is a reflection of you.

Read that again.

Because what you see
Isn’t necessarily what is true.

You see a smile,
But do you see the pain?
You see the sunshine,
But have you stood with me in the rain?

You see the laughter,
But have you heard the cries?
You admire the beauty,
But have you looked beyond these eyes?

Beyond the surface,
Beyond the skin,
Beyond the carefully guarded walls
That hide the world within.

Because there’s more to me
Than what your eyes can see.

There’s a story behind this smile,
A journey behind every scar,
A thousand unspoken words
That explain how I’ve come this far.

But tell me…

Are you willing to read?

Not just the cover,
Not just the introduction,
Not just the chapters
That meet your expectations.

But every page.

Even the ones that make you uncomfortable.
Even the ones you struggle to understand.
Even the ones where the words are blurred
By tears that never had the chance to land.

Because understanding someone
Requires more than simply turning a page.

It requires patience.
Compassion.
And the willingness to put your ego
Somewhere other than centre stage.

It means listening
Without preparing your defence.

Understanding
Without taking offence.

And recognising that sometimes
Silence makes more sense.

So tell me…

Do you hear me?

Not just when I’m laughing.
Not just when I’m smiling.
Not just when my words are easy
And my company is inviting.

But do you hear me
When my voice begins to shake?

When the smile disappears
And there’s only so much more
My heart can take?

Do you hear me?

Without the need to raise my voice?

Do you hear me
When vulnerability
Is no longer a choice?

When I’ve stripped away the armour,
Left nothing concealed,
Opened every chapter
And allowed my wounds to be revealed?

Do you hear me then?

Or must I explain myself
Again…

And again…

And again?

Because I’m tired.

Tired of explaining.
Tired of defending.
Tired of conversations
That leave my heart pretending.

Tired of speaking
Only to remain unheard.

Tired of having to explain
The meaning behind every word.

And perhaps that’s the saddest part.

That someone can hear your voice
Yet never hear your heart.

Someone can hold your hand
Yet never understand your pain.

Someone can tell you they love you
Again…

And again…

And again…

Yet somehow,
You still feel alone
Standing beside them.

Because love…

Love is a beautiful thing.

But love without understanding?

That’s a lonely place to be.

You can love the flowers
And admire their beauty,
But what happens when winter comes
And the petals fall away?

Will you still love the roots
When the colours begin to fade?

Will you nurture what remains
Or simply walk away?

Because anyone can admire a flower
When it’s standing in full bloom.

But it takes someone special
To recognise its beauty
Even in the depths of gloom.

And that’s what I mean
When I speak of being understood.

Not someone who agrees with everything I say.

Not someone who always knows
Exactly what to do.

Not someone who reads my mind…

But someone who genuinely tries to.

Someone who can put their pride aside,
Who doesn’t always need to be right.

Someone who doesn’t turn
Every misunderstanding
Into another fight.

Someone who asks,
“Help me understand.”

Rather than assuming
They already do.

Someone who wants to know
The person beneath the surface.

The real me.

Not the version
They’ve created in their mind.

Not the woman
They’ve imagined I should be.

But the person standing before them.

Imperfect.

Vulnerable.

Human.

Me.

Because being understood
Isn’t about finding someone
Who finishes your sentences.

It’s about finding someone
Who gives you the space
To finish them yourself.

Someone who doesn’t mistake
Your silence for indifference.

Your tears for weakness.

Or your vulnerability
For something to be used against you.

It’s knowing that even when
The words don’t come easily,

You don’t have to shout
To be heard.

You don’t have to fight
To be seen.

And you don’t have to explain
Every little thing
Just to feel understood.

Because sometimes…

The most beautiful words
Are the ones never spoken.

The deepest connections
Are the ones never forced.

And the greatest intimacy
Isn’t always found
In the words…

“I love you.”

Sometimes…

It’s found in something
Far more profound.

Three simple words.

“I understand you.”

And perhaps…

Just perhaps…

That’s what I’ve been searching for
All along.

Not someone to love
The version of me
That makes their life easier.

Not someone to admire
Only the chapters
That make for pleasant reading.

But someone willing
To understand the entire story.

The beautiful.

The broken.

The chapters still unwritten.

Because being loved is beautiful…

But being understood?

Being understood
Allows a heart to finally rest
Without having to prove
Why it deserves tenderness.

So before you tell me
How much you love me…

Before you promise me forever…

Before you speak of all the things
We could become together…

Answer me one question.

And please…

Don’t just listen
To the sound of my words.

Listen to the meaning
Behind them.

Do you hear me?

Because I don’t want
To spend a lifetime
Raising my voice…

Just to be understood
By the person
Who claims to love me
The most.

Your missing rib, as they call it.

What is for you...
Wait for you.
Just be your self
And pray..

The courage to choose
_ شجاعة الإختيار_

" Love is not about finding someone perfect, but choosing to understand, grow and meet each other halfway. Yet love cannot create certainty where there is doubt, nor should we lose ourselves to be chosen "
_ Unknown quote _

" الحب ليس في إيجاد شخص كامل ، بل في إختيار الفهم والنمو والإلتقاء في منتصف الطريق. لكن الحب لا يصنع اليقين في قلب متردد، ولا ينبغي أن نفقد أنفسنا كي يختارنا أحد."
_ مقولة مجهولة _

May Allah SWT purify our characters, protect us and take us back to Him in the best of health and eman ameen.

💙 الحمدلله
Astaghfiru'Allah 🤍 📿
20/10/26 Tue SD 15:12 🌧
اللهم صيبا نافعا

Humans are like onions
But I trust onions more

No bitter words, no last reply,
just a soft goodbye and a peaceful sigh.
For not every ending needs tears to show
some of the strongest souls
smile at the door
and never look back as they go. 🥀

And if protecting your peace
means becoming a stranger to the world,
then disappear, darling.
Let the world wait.
Your soul deserves the quiet. 🕊️