Poetry

[Beauty is the demand of love in this age,
For those without beauty, there is no rival, no stage.
But there was Laila, and there was Majnu too,
Their love reached heights that beauty never knew.
A love of spirit soo pure and unbound,
Not of skin, but where the soul is found.]

           .  ..... Daim khan

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Looks like our story remains incomplete.
On the sand of time , you left my name written only to let it fade.
Why is there so many blanks in our story?
..true love doesnt get an easy destination, o stubborn one.
The empty feeling keeps getting deeper.
Your heart was like shards of glass, if I wasn't careful, it would have made the wound deeper.
Oh chaotic one, a hundred intense pathways lie behind your eyes.
So how can I find you in a cage of open sky?
So my naive heart, even if you lose everything, try following your logic...

PS: purely fictional

how are you friends

do you bury me when i'm gone?
do you teach me while i'm here?
just as soon as i belong,
then it's time I disappear.

i disappear, metallica

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.