Poetry

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.

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.

“ And then I realised the fire was always burning within me, but the flames were busy keeping everyone else warm “

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.