Poetry

Head high, heart quiet. Let the world mistake your wandering for defeat. You are not lost simply because the path has become dark. Some victories are won far from the shore, in seas no one else can see. Allah knows exactly where He is taking you and no storm can rewrite what He has written for you.

The stranger I waited for in my dreams,
As u stepped into the threshold of my mind,
The bar was raised to the sky.

But the praises come from the ground of a heart you don't want...where u decorated a world , stranger.

A difference between earth and sky,
No wonder the threshold of your heart is not visible.

The Purity Behind 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌'s Smile
By.‌🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌

Behind a smile that remains warmly radiant,
There is a silent ripple in the heart of a woman named 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌.
Often hurt,frequently wronged,
Yet hatred never finds a home within her soul.

To those who leave behind stains of malice,‌
🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ still greets them with a warm embrace.
Not because she does not know how to strike back,
Nor because she is afraid or incapable of fighting.

🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌'s silence is never a sign of surrender,
Nor acceptance of treatment that is unjust and cruel.

It is simply because her heart is too pure and precious,
To be tainted by the garbage of souls like theirs.‌
🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌ chooses to keep her conscience clean,
Untouched by the wreckage of those who love to hate.

If her hands do not rise to fight back directly,
It is because 🇨‌‌🇭‌‌🇮‌‌🇰‌‌🇦‌has a steadfast anchor.
She surrenders everything to the Holder of Justice,
Asking Him to repay them through divine grace.

Love does not mean losing one's sense of self
Losing one's sense of self is akin to sacrifice.

Love never forces others to love you
Love is about walking hand in hand as a couple.

True love is not a burden you must bear alone,
But rather about understanding each other's
desires.

Love me and I will back you to love 💗

I'm 23, and nobody warned me that
It's never as easy as I think.
Nobody told me it's a flower,
beautiful, attractive,
but full of thorns.
Nobody said it's a rough road,
that I'd fall many times
before I reach
the place I've dreamed of.
Nobody—
nobody—
nobody hinted
it would never be
as easy as I think.
And now I sink.
My head hurts every time,
forgetting it ever had memories.
I got clipped
by the wings of anxiety.
My outer self
grew different from my inner self,
and thus,
I drowned in a pool of depression.
Life transformed.
Now I see it
merely as a collection
of pain and troubles.
Will I ever be saved?
For I see my star,
plucked by hands of hatred.
I see everyone wearing a mask,
and it has become so hard
to identify a savior.
I'm, I think, already drenched
by the rain of anxiety,
with none to dry me
with a towel of encouragement.
I'm down,
down like an ant.
I have become invisible.
And maybe I haven't been saved yet,
but surely,
when my time comes,
I will be happy—
forever and a day.

And when I finally find her I hope I’ll look at her and quietly understand: this is why I never settled.

Feel so lonely 🙁

A Parent's Prayer

May you be well and blessed,
All the days of your life.
May you feel my warmth and caress,
Through every strife.

Since before the day you were born,
I have been protecting you.
You are never alone,
It will always be us two.

Sometimes I want to rip the world apart,
Because it tries to hurt your precious heart.

So heavy are the things that are out of my control.
Oh my precious, beautiful soul.

I cannot prevent the pain you feel,
But oh I pray, may you always heal,
From the cuts that run so deep, I know,
From the tears, the fear and the sorrow.

If I could just ask God one thing for you,
May you be well and happy and just be you.

I love you, little child of mine.
May you always be well and grow and shine.

The Wild Swans at Coole By William Butler Yeats

_The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?_

Any dream you want to share with your future spouse?

Yes.

What’s that?

Whenever our conversation ends, whether on a call or over text,I have this masculine urge to sing:-

“Kahan ho tum, chale aao, mohabbat ka taqaza hai.”

Kyun hum ek hi rishte se saari umeedain laga lete hain? Ki ek hi insaan humara romantic partner ho, intellectual partner ho, coffee buddy ho, gossip partner ho... Why put the burden of so many emotions on just ONE relationship?"

While an intellectual connection is what I value most, I’m still human—the mind craves depth, but the heart and instinct still seek beauty (Jamaliyat).My preference is intellectual, but being subjected to ed and lebido, I do have desires for jamliyaat.