Poetry

He made my tongue freeze like never before.
There is no candle of hope burning yet,

I'm carrying desires made from glass.
With one gust, will the dream dissipate?

I stand still, but what if the ground shakes?
My impatience asks me when will the fire start burning in the heart of the flame?

Assalamualaikum everyone

Some Expressions of Love from My Ongoing Novel

The woman I love is beauty personified from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet.

I love the way you speak. There is something about your voice that makes me want to listen to you endlessly.

Those who do not let their eyes wander among others can spend a lifetime gazing at the one they truly love.

I have no female friends, because to me, you are enough. You are my everything.

Perhaps I cannot remove every thorn from your path, but I can place my palms beneath your feet so that no thorn may ever wound you.

Since the day I met you, my eyes have lost interest in every other woman.

It is not merely your beauty that captivates me
I am in love with the spirituality that lives within your soul.

The one who truly falls in love with your character can never love another the way they love you.

I have always been drawn to things that are precious enough to be kept hidden. Would you, for me, keep yourself away from the eyes of the world?

I surrendered my heart to the innocence written upon your face.

Even if you speak to me with bitterness, I know my heart will still find a reason to love you.

Before you learn to love me, learn to love your Lord.

And before you promise loyalty to me, remain faithful to your Lord.

I pray that neither my presence nor my absence ever becomes a reason for even the slightest harm to come to your dignity and self-respect.

And if life ever asks you to choose between me and your parents, choose your parents without hesitation.

Modesty is not the responsibility of women alone. Both men and women are equally responsible for guarding their modesty.

You are beautiful in ways beyond your own appearance even the children in your home reflect the beauty of the world you come from.

A relationship between a man and a woman requires mutual devotion and the willingness to surrender one's ego. That is why I choose to place myself in your trust as well.

And I honour the bonds of kinship with you because maintaining family ties is among the beautiful teachings and Sunnah of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).

@Darakht-e-Zard

You got

you got your little heart
where landscapes of devastation
and heartbreaks lead you to the depths
of existence, and you got hope as a fog
that lies over these broken valleys,
that just lies there,
nameless to itself, but with a purpose.

You got joy, those passing birds
you learn the languages of,
and you greet them with a little smile,
and you got the comfort and ease
they feel around you...

if you move a little further,
you follow the paths and alleys
inwards to the complex net of your lungs,
oh, those fractals, these branches of
grace—each breath, and following the stem upwards,
to this river that connects
mouth and words
to the echo chambers
of reflection and reassurance.

You got the sound of the leaves of the birch,
with pure meanings,
hidden in two shells,
gushing soft white waves of noise...
a lullaby by a choir of dancing petals.

And you got the wind, restless and playful,
that carries your thoughts,
no matter how heavy,
and holds them by the hand
and plays with them around in all corners
and in all depths.
Takes your worries dancing around the world.

You got a whole orchestra,
moving you each second into existence.

Ti imas

Imaš to svoje malo srce,
gdje te pejzaži pustoši
i slomljena srca vode u dubine
postojanja, a imaš i nadu poput magle
koja leži nad ovim razorenim dolinama,
koja samo leži tamo,
bez imena za samu sebe, ali sa svrhom.

Imaš radost, te ptice u prolazu
čije jezike učiš,
i pozdravljaš ih malim osmijehom,
i imaš tu ugodu i lakoću
koju osjećaju kraj tebe...

ako kreneš malo dalje,
pratiš staze i uličice
prema unutra, do složene mreže svojih pluća,
oh, ti fraktali, te grane
milosti—svaki dah, i prateći stabljiku prema gore,
do ove rijeke koja povezuje
usta i riječi
s odajama jeke
promišljanja i ohrabrenja.

Imaš zvuk lišća breze,
s čistim značenjima,
skrivenim u dvije školjke,
iz kojih naviru nježni bijeli valovi zvuka...
uspavanka koju pjeva hor rasplesanih latica.

I imaš vjetar, nemiran i razigran,
koji nosi tvoje misli,
ma koliko teške bile,
i drži ih za ruku
i igra se s njima po svim kutovima
i u svim dubinama.
Vodi tvoje brige na ples oko svijeta.

Imaš cijeli orkestar
koji te svake sekunde pokreće u postojanje.

لديك قلبك الصغير،
حيث تقودك مشاهد الدمار
وانكسارات القلب إلى أعماق
الوجود، ولديك الأمل كضبابٍ
يرقد فوق هذه الوديان المحطّمة،
يرقد هناك فحسب،
بلا اسمٍ لنفسه، لكن له غاية.

لديك الفرح، تلك الطيور العابرة
التي تتعلّم لغاتها،
وتحيّيها بابتسامة صغيرة،
ولديك ذلك الدفء والسكينة
اللذان تشعر بهما بقربك...

وإن مضيت أبعد قليلًا،
تتبع الدروب والأزقّة
إلى الداخل، نحو الشبكة المعقّدة لرئتيك،
آه، تلك التكوينات المتشعّبة، تلك الأغصان
من النعمة—كل نَفَس، ومع تتبّع الساق صعودًا،
إلى هذا النهر الذي يصل
الفم والكلمات
بغرف الصدى
للتأمل والطمأنينة.

لديك صوت أوراق شجرة البتولا،
بمعانٍ نقيّة،
مختبئة في صدفتين،
تتدفّق منهما أمواج بيضاء ناعمة من الأصوات...
تهويدة تنشدها جوقة من البتلات الراقصة.

ولديك الريح، قلقة ومرحة،
تحمل أفكارك،
مهما كانت ثقيلة،
وتمسكها من يدها،
وتلعب معها في كل الزوايا
وفي كل الأعماق.
وتأخذ همومك لترقص بها حول العالم.

لديك أوركسترا كاملة،
تحرّكك في كل ثانية نحو الوجود.

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The Love You Never Knew

I loved you in the silence no one ever heard,
I kept you in my heart without a single word.

You were the reason behind my every smile,
Yet losing you was hurting me all the while.

I waited for a message that never came,
I whispered your name, but you never felt the same.

You became my dream, my prayer, my desire,
While I was burning slowly in the flames of my own fire.

I never wanted to force you to stay,
I just wished you would choose me someday.

Now I’ve learned that love can be beautiful and cruel,
Sometimes the heart chooses someone it can never have as its own.

And if you ever wonder who loved you this way,
It was me… silently, completely, every day.

The Last Message ❤️‍🩹

Every night, he opened her profile, read their old conversations, and then put his phone away.

One night, he finally gathered the courage to text her:

“Do you ever miss me?”

There was no reply for a long time.

Then, finally, one short message appeared:

“No… and please don’t message me again.”

He stared at those words for a while.
Then he simply replied:

“Okay… take care.”

That was his last message to her.

That night, he finally understood something:

Sometimes, you don’t lose someone…

You simply accept that they were never yours to begin with.

Days turned into months, and he never texted her again.

People thought he had forgotten her.

The truth was, he hadn’t forgotten her…

He had just learned to keep his love silent. ❤️‍🩹

Hello sir

So many tears I have shed.
So many du’as I have made.
So many hopes I have held in my heart.
But it is all in Allah’s hands.
I can do nothing but trust Allah .

Let Allah write the ending. 🌙

هناك من يحبُّكَ لجوهرِك، وهناك من يحبُّكَ لما يقدّمهُ جوهرُك.
الفرق بينهما أنَّ الأول أحبَّ أصلك، والثاني أحبَّ أثرك. ومن أحبَّ الأصلَ بقي حبُّهُ حتى وإن غاب الأثر، ومن أحبَّ الأثرَ اختفى حبُّهُ باختفاء الأثر.

• -أنس أحمد</CUSTOM_BOLD>

_“There are those who love you for your essence, and there are those who love you for what your essence gives them.

The difference between the two is that the first loves who you fundamentally are, while the second loves the effect you have on them.

Whoever loves the essence, their love remains even when that effect is absent; but whoever loves the effect, their love disappears when the effect disappears.”_

— Anas Ahmad

Read Sūrat Luqmān and ask Allah for a man (or woman) whose love of Allah governs how he lives. A man with sabr, humility and adab. A man who isn’t consumed by appearances, attention or this dunya, and whose character remains beautiful when nobody is watching.

That is the foundational standard, because it shapes every other aspect of how a person lives and loves. Say Alhamdulillah and strive to be this person also.

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