Poetry

A breakup can hurt, but it doesn’t define your future.
Let the pain teach you, not break you.
Choose yourself, grow stronger, and keep moving forward.
Sometimes losing someone is how you find yourself. ❤️‍🩹

"A halal conversation"

Listen.
“Tell me!”

Can you describe me?

“Yes, of course.”

“How?”

“Wait!”

“Come on, tell me.”

“You were sent down from the Realm of Souls to this earth for love.”

“I’m falling in love with myself now.”

“Oh, really?”

“You should fall in love with yourself too!”

“What exactly is this Realm of Souls?”

“Alam-e-Arwah!”

“Yeah?”

“Okay…”

Let me explain it through poetry.

“Where are you from, tell me?”
“I am from the Realm of Souls.”

“What is that place?”

“The place where souls reside, my beloved.”

“Thank you for the compliment!”

“You deserve it.”

Akhter Ansari (@Darakht-e-Zard)

In the silence of the night, I search for you,
among the shadows of my thoughts.
You are the breath of wind that caresses my soul,
the light that illuminates my path.
Words escape when I think of you,
for the love I feel surpasses all measure.
Every beat of my heart whispers your name,
in a harmony only the universe can understand.
You are my North Star,
my guide through the sea of uncertainty.
No boundary can separate our destinies,
for our love is written in the book of time.

P.S. I have a whole library packed with romantic poetry books, but currently zero people to actually dedicate them to!🤣🤣🤣

Some fear You and others hate You. But I’ve seen for myself all You have ever done is out of Your Love. For You are Love itself.

Amidst thousands of restlessness, thousands of doubts, if I see you, "I come alive."

In pain, in agony, in torment, if I think of you, "I come alive."

You know you were my desire, but you are not that now, but whatever you are, you are still amazing.
They say you cannot fall in love with the same person twice... they say it wrong.
If love ever happens after love, it happens with the first person only.
And you...
"Oh"
I fall in love with you at every meeting.
If I fall in love a thousand times, it will only be with you. I will prove this world wrong, I just want to be with you and your companionship will increase my life.

But why am I assuming this?
You are not her.
I remembered 💔
I don't even have your companionship.
You have even deprived me of your name.
Where my name should have been, there is someone else's name, when, how, why, these questions are overwhelming my senses, I am suffocating, my heartbeat is slowing down, my heart is bursting, the flow of blood is slowly stopping, my body is turning pale and my hands are getting cold, the ability to think and understand has ended.

When suddenly you call me, you take my name.
And I "come back to life" again.
The flow of my breath is connected to your being, even in your servitude, I am a king..

written by
TAABI

I see people suffering and see people struggling
I see people fighting over nothing and enemies of humanity smiling seeing civilizations crumbling.

I see the innocent drowning
while the guilty keep smiling
I see the world slowly breaking
while the powerful keep deciding

I see hatred growing
I see hope disappearing
I see humanity falling
while the darkness keeps cheering

But I also see something
they can never understand
a light still burning
inside the heart of man

I've seen the darkness
I've walked through the pain
I've lost enough
to know nothing stays the same

But I won't kneel
I won't run
I won't become
what they've become

Let the night come
Let the whole world fall
I'll stand in the shadows
and answer the call

Because fear may rule the night
and evil may own the day
but as long as I am standing
the darkness doesn't get its way.

Faris Ahmed

I'm tired of being strong. I need him to be mentally and emotionally so strong that nothing can phase him, nothing can shake him. 🪇

Why did you leave with no cruelty?
Come back and undo that ink of sincerity....
So that I don't feel guilty.

Come back and create a world of grief for me.
Please break the train of thoughts where you were nothing but sweet drops of poison

"The Journey from the Unattainable to the Attained"
(La-haasil se haasil ka safar)

What is it that you want from me?Tell me.

And what is it that I want? Yes—tell me.

“Become my protector.”

“Will you become my protector?”

“Your protector?”

“Yes. I will be your protector.”

“Then tell me—how will you become my protector?
Tell me, how will you keep me safe?”

When the day comes
when this merciless world makes you feel unsafe,
when you feel you have nowhere left to turn—
call for me.
Call me by my name.
Call me your own.
Tell me, “I need you.”

“Become my protector.”

And I will.

I will protect you from every trial,
every sorrow,
every grief,
every pain,
every worry,
every restless night,
every torment,
every failure,
every injustice,
every wound,
the fear of not being loved,
the fear of not being respected.

I will never become the source of your oppression,
your suffering, or your humiliation.

When you say no,
I will understand it as no.

When you say yes,
I will understand it as yes.

I will give you the highest place in my life.

I will protect your mental peace,
your emotional balance,
your right to breathe without fear.

I will never allow loneliness
to settle upon you like a shadow.

I will protect the purity of your body and soul.

I will remain yours while standing beside you.

And even in your absence,
I will remain yours.

Even when you are not there,
I will fear my Lord
and remember the trust He has placed upon me through you.

Whatever right you have over me,
I will never betray it.

I will be just toward our children.

I will give them their Shariah-given right
to choose the person they wish to marry—
rather than forcing a life upon them
chosen by someone else.

And if, someday, discord finds its way between us,
I will never turn that disagreement into cruelty.

Whenever I have to choose
between my ego and you,
I will choose you.

The man your eyes once dreamed of as a life partner—
I will become the living answer to that dream,
and I will love you as its fulfillment.

The man for whom
your hands were once raised in prayer—
I will be the answer to those prayers,
the reward of those supplications
upon which my Lord said, “Kun.”

With the same love and tenderness
with which your parents raised you,
I will cherish you.

As your brothers and sisters once protected you,
I will protect you.

Wherever you see flaws within yourself,
I will search for the beauty hidden inside them.

As the Prophet ﷺ commanded kindness and compassion
toward women,
I will treat you with that same mercy and tenderness.

I will become a means
through which your journey toward the Hereafter becomes easier.

I will live beside you in such a way
that even the angels upon your shoulders
will bear witness to the character I showed you.

Now tell me—

Can I become your protector?

If your answer is yes,
then—

Just call for me.
Call me by my name.
Call me your own.

“You are the only one I have.
I have no one else.”

But I have belonged to you
since before either of us knew
what it meant to belong.

The Lord we both worship
is the Lord of us both.

And when the people you call your own
turn against you—

when you can no longer live up
to the expectations your family placed upon you—

then consider me your own.

I will stand beside you like a shield.

I will stand for your rights.

When your steps begin to falter,
I will place my palms beneath your trembling feet
and give you the courage to keep walking.

So tell me—

Can you accept me?

If your answer is yes,
then—

Just call for me.
Call me your own.

“Life has tested me enough.
I have been broken by its trials.”

I will never make you prove yourself to me.

Whatever trial was written for you,
I will carry it upon my own shoulders.

And when the trials of life
begin to break you apart—

when the cruelty of people
leaves you exhausted with humanity—

then take one step toward me.

I will gather you together.

I will not let you remain scattered.

I will piece together
the fragments of your broken existence.

I will breathe life back into your soul.

I will give wings
to the innocent little girl still living inside you
and let her fly into the open sky.

I will never clip her wings.

I will awaken the woman within you
who had slowly forgotten how to live.

So bring them both before me—

the innocent little girl within you
and the woman you became.

Let me meet them both.

And together,
we will complete
the dreams that life left unfinished.

If your answer is yes,
then—

Just call for me.
Call me your own.

“I no longer find beauty in any scene.”

Then make me your Qurrat-ul-Ain—
the coolness of your eyes.

Take my eyes.

See the world through them.

And when your own eyes
grow weary of every sight—

when they begin to find emptiness
even in the most beautiful places—

take my eyes.

See the world through mine.

Through my eyes,
you will see the scenes
that bring peace to your heart.

Through my eyes,
you will discover beauty
in this colourless world.

Through my eyes,
look at yourself.

See yourself
the way I see you.

Through my eyes,
look at every thing,
every scene,
every corner of this universe
that your eyes once dreamed of seeing
when I was not there.

And if there is a yes in your heart,

then come—

let us see ourselves
through each other’s eyes.

Let us look upon
the beautiful scenes
that disappeared from our sight,
through the eyes
we were given by one another.

If you find me worthy of your heart—

then—

Just call for me.
Call me your own.

“I live so restless now.”

Then give me your sorrow.

Give me the grief
that lives inside your heart.

Share with me
the sorrow of what was never attained.

And when peaceful moments
become strangers to you—

when your heart keeps wandering
from door to door
in the longing for what it could never have—

then give me your heart.

Entrust your entire existence to me.

I will teach you,
through my prayers and my charity,
how to live again.

I will make the pain within your heart
my own.

I will absorb your grief
into my own heart.

I will complete
the dream you thought was unattainable
and return peace
to the heart that had forgotten what peace felt like.

If you accept my companionship—

if you accept my love—

then—

Just call for me.
Call me your own.

Akhter Ansari (@Darakht-e-Zard)

Life as chapters 📖

" Life asks us, sometimes, to close doors we once prayed would open. Some things leave without explanation, and perhaps that's the explanation, they were never meant to stay, only to shape us. So let the old chapters fade quietly into yesterday. What's meant to remain will find its place, what's not will become part of the story that, somehow, leads us home ". _ Unknown quote _

May Allah SWT bless all the chapters of our lives and open for us doors of His blessings that are beyond our imagination ameen.

💙 الحمدلله
Astaghfiru'Allah 🤍 📿 🌅

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