Poetry

Some stories don't end because love disappeared.

They end because destiny chose silence where two hearts once chose hope.

Years of prayers.
Years of effort.
Years of imagining the same future.

And now...

Only memories remain.

Perhaps that is the hardest kind of goodbye:

Not losing someone you never loved,

but letting go of someone you once believed Allah ﷻ had written for you.

الحمد لله على كل حال 🤍

Some souls are meant to bloom quietly. They don't seek attention; they leave kindness wherever they go. Life becomes beautiful when you choose peace over pride, gratitude over complaints, and hope over fear. Keep your heart soft, your intentions pure, and trust that every chapter is leading you exactly where you're meant to be.

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You made me question how beloved you were to me...
My thoughts in those tears of yours,
My whisper in your thoughts?
O innocent one, why do you keep my memories when I keep burning each memento?
I thought ours was deep, but it is just faceless.
Is it agonizing that time healed all those memories?
O innocent one, heal all those unspecial moments.

How's this selfishness of yours,
That your feet don't stay true to your heart.
You've tried crossing seven seas,
Yet why is your heart in a drought?
How's this selfishness of mine,
That I forgot your shadow,
I became free from the rain of love you showered my way.
What a loveless and ruthless person you've made me.
But you didn't fade the ink of my words.
How's this selfishness of yours, that neither bitter or sweet stuck on your tongue.
You are a free spirit,
Yet why have you ended within yourself while I became a free storm of wind?

Happy because…
If He chose it for me it means it’s the best for me
and because it’s the best for me
I’m happy with it.
#Allah the Most Loving. The Most Kind.

"Finding Me Before Finding You"

Finding someone who accepts us
is never an easy task.

But before we search for someone
who understands and embraces us,

we must first learn
to accept ourselves.

Because the journey of being loved
begins with loving who we truly are.