Poetry

I have no complaints about life without you… But the truth is,😔

A life without you may still be life, but it no longer feels like living. 🥀

Life I wonder,are we truly living?!
Or are we going under
What is even the meaning of life, we spent to much time seeking a husband or a wife
What is the true purpose , is it to reach heaven in the afterlife Are we reaching for greatnesses like we supposed to, desperate to wear happiness like a uniform , pursuing health & a peace of mind like we entitled , are we instead going to spend it in a strife
I wonder!!!

"My Hope ♡"

My hope is to find you this year,
the one my heart has been waiting for,
the one who makes the world feel softer,
and makes me believe in love a little more.

I don't know your name just yet,
nor the moment our eyes will meet,
but somewhere in this wide and beautiful world,
I hope your heart is searching for me.

And if God allows our paths to cross,
I'll love you with all that I am.
I'll cherish your smile, hold your hand,
and be the man who always stands
beside you, through every season of life.

Then, if our love continues to grow,
if you're still the one I choose tomorrow,
my hope is to marry you next year,
to turn our love into a promise,
and our dreams into a life we share.

I don't ask for a perfect love,
just a love that's honest, gentle, and true.
A thousand tomorrows, a million little moments,
and every single one spent with you.

My hope is to find you this year,
and call you my wife the next.

Because I'm not searching for a love
that lasts a moment.

I'm searching for the woman
I'll love for the rest of my life.

A woman modesty should be so deeply rooted in her character that she carries herself with dignity and inspires respect.

Modesty is not just about clothing, it is a light that shines from within✨

Hijab covers the body, while haya reflects the beauty of the soul✨

When a woman’s haya is alive in her heart, she builds a wall of dignity around herself, keeping temptation and inappropriate intentions at a distance✨

Haya is a womans most beautiful adornment. and when that adornment is worn in the heart, it never fades ☺️

Mommy’s memories...

After my Begum (mommy) left it was understood
that Begum’s memory doesn't just come at one time...
Sometimes it comes as soon as I open my eyes in the morning, sometimes while making food, sometimes on a very small matter,
sometimes without any reason, tears come from my eyes.

Before it felt like calling Begum was the most normal thing in my life...
I don't have the courage look at my Begum’s number.
Sometimes my heart wants to just once, my Begum to come in front of me...
I won't say anything to her, won't ask any questions, just sit near her and keep looking at her

Begum every small moment spent with you was my life's greatest wealth today.
Begum, every small moment spent with you was my life's greatest wealth today.

You are gone my Begum,
but your voice, your conversations, your love, and your memories will always remain alive inside me.

Just one pain will always remain…that I can remember you now but I cannot meet you.

BEGUM I MISS YOU SO MUCH ESPECIALLY TODAY…WHERE DO I GO WHAT DO I DO.
YA ALLAH YA RAHMAN YA RAHIM HELP

Read My Silence 😭 🤐

Look beyond my words, and listen to the silence within me.
Let me say nothing, yet somehow, let you hear my entire story.

Let your presence become the answer to every question my heart has ever carried.
Let my incomplete life become a beautiful dream, made whole by you.

May every prayer I whisper carry your name.
May my soul bow in gratitude for the blessing of you.

When I speak of eyes, may you read the dreams hidden within them.
When I whisper, “I wish…”
May you be the miracle my heart has been waiting for.

I sit upon the doorstep of hope,
Keeping the little lamps of my faith burning through the darkest nights,
Wondering if, somewhere along the winding roads of fate,
You might one day turn from a dream into my reality.

To find you is the final wish my heart dares to make...
And if you ever become mine,
Perhaps I will discover a little piece of heaven
Right here on this earth.

May every prayer be for you…
And may my heart remain forever grateful for the day our paths cross 🤍🧸 🐣 🐤 🐥

@SanaVirsa Rate my words maam ✨

You are

Hello... ! I am not asking about how you are as passersby ask... I am not asking for your name, where you came from, or where you are heading.
It is enough for me that you stopped here for a little while, and that something inside you compelled you to read these words.
​Tell me only...
How is your heart?
​Do not say: Fine.
That word we all master when we do not want to explain anything.
​I am not asking how you are as passersby ask,
Nor do I want a polite answer fit for strangers.
​I want to know about that tiny part of you,
that stays awake when everyone else sleeps.
About the things that still hurt you even though you moved past them in front of people.
About the faces you claim you have forgotten,
then it only takes the drift of an old perfume or a passing song
to discover they never truly left.
​How is your heart with all those who left without apologizing?
And with those who stayed, but are no longer as they used to be?
How is it with the promises it believed in one evening,
then spent years learning not to believe so easily?
​Do you still have a place for love?
​Or have you arranged your heart with care,
closed its windows,
and left a small note on its door that reads:
​"Please do not approach... I am tired of renovations."
​O stranger...
​I know you sometimes laugh more than you should,
not because life has become more beautiful,
but because you discovered that some sorrows cannot be defeated,
rather, we learn how to carry them without anyone noticing their weight.
​And I know you say to others: "It's fine,"
while inside you are many things
for which it would have been enough for just one person to say:
​"I see you...
And you don't have to be strong right now."
​Perhaps this is why we met here.
​Not to tell you that everything will be fine,
for this sentence has become more worn out than necessary.
​But I want to tell you something else:
​You do not have to be fine all the time.
​Your heart is allowed to tire.
It is allowed to long for.
It is allowed to yearn for someone it knows is not fit to return to.
It is allowed to cry over something that passed years ago.
It is allowed to fear tomorrow,
and to yearn for yesterday,
and to stand hesitant between them.
​None of that makes you weak.
​It makes you human.
​So if your heart is burdened today,
lay it down a little here...
​Among these words.
​Let it rest from the role of heroism that life forced it to play for long.
​And tomorrow, when the sun rises,
do not ask it to forget.
​Ask it only to try once more.
​To open a small window to the light,
even if the light is shy.
​To believe that those who broke its heart
are not the last thing life wrote on its page.
​And that some endings,
no matter how harsh they seemed,
were not the end of the story...
​Instead, they were the only way
life knew
how to save us from the wrong story.
​Hello, O stranger...
​If you pass by here one day,
and find no one to ask about you,
then remember that there is one question worth asking yourself every night:
​How is my heart?
​Then be silent for a little while...
​For perhaps, for the very first time,
you won't need to answer.
​It is enough just to listen to it.

I always thought there was beauty
in the lush green trees,
in their beautiful branches
reaching for the sky.
Never did I imagine
that I would fall in love
with these red rocks.
Subhan’Allah,
there is beauty here, too
in the variations of color,
in the textures,
in the way the rocks are formed.
It reminds me that beauty
isn’t always conventional.
It doesn’t have to fit a certain mold
or look a certain way.
I am reminded of Al-Musawwir,
and the vastness of the beauty of Allah’s creations, the uniqueness of each individual form.

“If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.”