Poetry

Hye everyone am serious for marriage any one interested? 😍🥰🥀

I’d love to become the person you instinctively want to tell when something beautiful happens in your life.

Love integrity at 12 percent

Blindfolded I could hold a hundred girls hands, and I know which one is yours.
The tactile synchronization of our nerve glands, meet, my heart has no need to second guess or add any thought.

It will know, and my body will react.
I know even after decades have past, my tears would flow, saying welcome back.

They say it's all about chemistry?
They have not the slightest clue.

I would know the weight of your hand across any part of my body.
It is recorded through time and time and time, each passing feel, is a stronger recognition of you.

I can tell the difference in the tempo of your breath.
Even if you was to murmur a bit,
the constant rader in my heart to always search for you will always pick up the slightest blip.

You could have your back towards me in a line up and I can tell who you are by the waves of your hair.

My hands much softer than hers but it has more grip.
Her arm and my arm interlock after countless erosion to the perfect fit

As quick as a swipe, so is as quick as a dash.
Only real world time creates the lovers sync.

Chemistry.... That's just child's play,
a little distant wow in a firework display.

But hear the age old chosen words that Love is blind,
So, go blind, close your eyes..
and see if you know your person in the darkest hour.

Drifting Wolf.

Sometimes,
I miss the old me.
An innocent and naive girl.
Who came with honest intentions.
With marriage on her mind.
Believing naturally that others shared the same pure heart.

Little did I know,
Allah had a different path written for me.
A journey I never could have anticipated.
He crossed my path with all kinds of toxic men.

Married men pretending to be single.
Avoidant men who refused to step up.
People who chose to vanish like ghosts.
Love scammer.
And worst of all,
A narcissist who cheated after 3 years of my patient loyalty.
Even after promises of marriage and parents’ involvement.

It left me questioning everything.
What is wrong with me?
Why do I keep attracting these kinds of people?
What can I do to ensure this never happens again?
How do I protect myself so I won't be broken over and over?

So, I turned inward and reflected.
Deeply diving into my soul and identifying my weaknesses.

“You lack self-love”
So I learned to love myself.

“You lack boundaries”
So I began enforcing them immediately.

“You give people too many chances”
So I learned to cut people off without hesitation.

“Your empathy is too high”
So I began guarding it from those who don't deserve it.

“You give people too much time”
So I cut ties the moment I sense dishonesty or avoidance.

The experiences were deeply painful.

Yet, they turned me into a sharp red-flag detector.
I can now easily recognize toxic patterns.
Understanding the psychology of narcissists and avoidants.
To identify them early and walk away.
I even built stress tests to see if a new person is truly genuine.
So I won’t waste my time and emotions ever again.

But...
It has also made me hypervigilant.
I constantly question people’s motives.
Are they truly sincere?
Or are they just another person here to play games?

Exhausting.
It is so exhausting.

What breaks my heart the most,
When a man asks for my hand in marriage now.
I no longer feel joy.
Instead, I feel fear.
My walls go up automatically.
Turning the conversation into an interrogation room.
And when he turns out to be avoidant after all.
I just feel numb.
Ah, as expected.
Nothing new at all.

Looking closely at those encounters,
I relearned tajweed, proper aurat and deep thoughts about the Hereafter through the married man.
I learned to khatam Al-Quran in Ramadan through the man who ghosted.
And I was guided to join Islamic classes through the narcissist.

Every single experience,
Was simply a path crafted by Allah.
To draw me closer to Him.
Teaching me to truly let go,
And place my complete tawakkal in His hands.

Thinking back,
One of my constant du'as is to enter Jannah without hisab.
For such an ultimate destination and shortcut,
There is naturally a heavy price to pay.
Yet the price I paid is small compared to the trials of Rasulullah SAW and his companions.

The woman I’ve become today,
Is simply someone trying to protect that young, innocent me.
So she never has to carry the pain alone again.

And the young version of me,
Would probably say,
“Thank you for staying strong for us,
And for not becoming toxic just like them”.

I want you to love me
Like I'm a hot ride (uh, yeah)
Be thinking of me (uh)
Doing what you like
So, boy, forget about the world
'Cause it's gon' be me and you

Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
How to make you feel like a man
Yeah

Want you to take it (uh)
Like a thief in the night (uh)
Hold me like a pillow (yeah)
Make me feel right (uh)

I'll tell you all my secrets that I'm keeping
You can come inside (yeah)
And when you enter, you ain't leaving

Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one

Take me for a ride,
Oh baby
Let me make you rise,
Oh, make it last all night,

Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
How to make you feel like a man
Only girl in the world

I have promises to keep
I have to keep myself alive
for there are miles beneath my feet
that I have yet to survive

The night may call me by my name
the cold may ask me to surrender
but I was not born to end in flame
I was built to burn forever

There are storms I haven't weathered
there are heights I haven't known
there are pieces of me scattered
waiting to be called back home

So let the silence sharpen me
let every wound become my steel
I will become the man I need
before I ever learn to kneel

And if tomorrow comes with war
I'll meet it standing scarred but breathing
I've lost too much to lose much more
I've still got reasons worth believing

I have promises to keep
and dreams that will not let me sleep
The road is dark the climb is steep
but I have promises to keep

   Faris Ahmed

They say that just like every fish has one coral as their home, every human has a partner.
So, I kept waiting for a signal from the Rabb.
Has He created someone like you for me?
But I kept finding the wrong somewhere in my search.
The wrong did well by departing early each time.
But How do I find the right connection?
When can the boats of my destiny find the right destination?

In green of karma the view of sanctity, I exist because of yellow belly of thy beast. The bloodeth of thy fangs why does the question in mind of Rage. Rage fills the beauty of question as river flows of black. I wonder, I wonder, its just the slumber as thy mind questions the space and stars for equilibrium is the answer.

Girls... are... fools.
But nature made them divine.
On their soft, tiny hands
lies a man's fate.

And their faint existence—
a shell
that shelters man's dignity,
and a spice
that flavours the world.

They're a crown
that can turn a scoundrel
into a worthy man.
Still,

Girls... are... fools.

So the brat becomes a blacksmith,
and sharpens not a sword,
but his mouth.
He becomes a bee,
and produces not honey,
but sweet words
that tempt the mind.
He becomes a spider—
spinning webs of fortune
to make them feel at home,
until they become his prey.

Girls... are... fools.

For blind are they
to the treasure
they carry within themselves.

I don’t want to be someone’s temporary happiness. I want to be the person they thank Allah for finding.