Poetry

Since my house burned down, I now own a better view of the rising moon.

• -Mizuta Masahide, 17th Century Japanese poet and Samurai

I searched everywhere for myself,
But all I found is your absence. - Juan Elia

If my sweetheart steps into the ruins of my home,
no matter how many ruins I find, I will turn them into a prairie

یار اگر سر به ویرانهٔ ما زند
هر چه ویرانه یابم، چمن میکنم

(This is a well known song by Afghan singer called Farhad Darya)

“Don’t promise things you will not do for some hearts build lives based on your promises.” -N.Q

ارحموا قلوب بعضكم البعض

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒐

Loving you was the most beautiful chapter of my life. I could never bear to see you unhappy, even if your happiness was never with me.

Countless dreams of love eventually led me to the quiet truth I could no longer escape.
My heart still embraces the shadow of your memory. It longs to walk beside you, yet destiny chose another path.

I am no longer the person I once was. Time has changed me. Life has reshaped me.
But my love... has remained the same.

Letting you go feels like the moon imprisoned by the endless night still shining, yet unable to reach the one it longs for.

So today, I surrender everything to Allah ﷻ.
Though my heart is bruised in shades of blue, I choose gratitude over resentment.
The pain remains... but strangely, so does my peace.

I accept every decree of love, believing that what Allah ﷻ has written is always kinder than what my heart desired. 🤍

I offered him a joke. He prescribed a consultation.

I told a doctor my heart hurt.
He asked where.
He asked when.
He asked me to point to the exact spot.
Before I could answer,
he had already begun taking my history.
I was hoping for a little laughter.
He was looking for a diagnosis.
Perhaps my mistake
was forgetting that some hearts
listen with poetry,
while others listen with a stethoscope.
He never got to discover
that my symptoms were sarcasm,
my prognosis was curiosity,
and my only condition
was a delicate sense of humor.
The consultation ended
before the patient could finish speaking.
Maybe that's the shortest almost-story
I'll ever tell.
A doctor
who never found
the real reason my heart was aching.
Not because it was broken...
but because he left
before getting to know it.
Inspired by a true story.

I've noticed something.

The more I learn, the less interested I become in sounding right.

Curiosity has given me more peace than certainty ever did. 🌿

Thank You
Before we learned gratitude, we learned the words.
"Say thank you."
We thought our parents were teaching us manners, never realizing they were teaching us how to see blessings.
A child says it because they are told. An adult says it because they have learned that nothing is truly small.
A borrowed pen. A door held open. A prayer whispered in your absence. A smile from a stranger. A hand that stayed when it could have walked away.
Gratitude has never measured the size of a gift. It has always revealed the heart that receives it.
Perhaps that is why the grateful soul notices what others overlook.
It finds abundance in little, hope in hardship, and mercy in moments the world calls ordinary.
Maybe appreciation was never meant to end with words.
Maybe it begins with noticing, grows through acknowledgment, and blossoms into a life that never forgets the One from whom every blessing comes.
So say, "Thank you."
Not because the gift was expensive, but because gratitude makes every gift meaningful.
And perhaps the most beautiful hearts are not the ones that have been given the most, but the ones that have learned to be grateful for what they already have.

"You Are Already Enough"

You don't have to prove
"your kindness", " your beauty" or "your worth" to anyone.

The right soul will find you
see you from a distance,
and admire the light within you
without asking you to shine any brighter.

Some hearts
will never understand your value,
and that's perfectly okay.

Because you were never meant
to be loved by everyone.

You are already enough,
"for the ones who are meant to find you."