Poetry

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 🤍🧸 🐣 🐤 🐥

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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.”

Hello every ☝️

The lover is always
in presence of his beloved
no matter where
Infront of his eyes
or in his dreams
or his memories.

When the World Falls Silent, Come to Me

A poem about a love that waits, a heart that remembers, and a soul that chooses you.

"When the night grows quiet and the stars burn low,
There’s a thousand things my heart wants you to know.
Every road I wander, every dream I chase,
Somehow leads me back to your beautiful face.
I wonder if you ever look up at the moon,
And wish, for a moment, I could find you soon.
If somewhere in your silence, beneath your skies,
You ever hear my name when you close your eyes.
So come to me when the world feels cold,
When your heart grows tired of being brave and bold.
Lay down your worries, let your restless soul be free,

You don't have to be strong when you're here with me.
I don't just want the laughter, the sunshine, the flame,
I want the days when nothing feels the same.
When words fall short and tears begin to rise,
I'll learn to read the silence in your eyes.
I want to know the dreams you never dare to say,
The little fears you hide from the world each day.
The stories that made you, the scars that remain,
The reasons behind your joy, your sorrow, your pain.
And when the miles stretch between me and you,
When the skies turn grey and the nights feel blue,
Remember, my love, no matter where you are,
Distance can separate hands, but not every heart.
If life should lead us down different roads,
If time grows heavy and the wind blows cold,
Just call my name, if your heart still knows,
I'll find you wherever the wild wind blows.
I don't promise a life without tears or rain,
Or days when love must learn to endure the pain.
But I promise a hand that will reach for yours,
A heart that will stay when the thunder roars.
Let the years leave silver upon our hair,
Let the mirror remind us that time isn't fair.
I'll still see the girl who once stole my breath,
And choose her again with every day left.

When your steps grow slower, I'll match your pace,
When you forget your words, I'll remember your face.
And when the final sunset paints the heavens above,
I'll hold your hand just as I did when I first fell in love.
For I don't want a moment that burns and departs,
Or a beautiful story with two broken hearts.
I want ordinary mornings, your head on my chest,
Your sleepy little smile, and a lifetime of rest.
You are not a chapter I wish to complete,
Not a passing dream, not a stranger I meet.
You are the home my wandering heart longs to find,
The peace in my chaos, the warmth in my mind.
And if the heavens asked me what love means to me,
I wouldn't speak of forever or eternity.
I'd tell them of you, in the soft morning light,
Of holding your hand and getting it right.
Of choosing you quietly, day after day,
Of loving you deeply in my own imperfect way.
Of growing together as the seasons pass through,
And finding new reasons to fall in love with you.
So if you ever wonder where my heart belongs,
Look beyond the poetry, beyond all the songs.
Past every promise that beautiful words can make,
Find me in the little things I never forsake.
And if we meet only once in this vast universe,
Let my first hello be worth every lonely verse.
But if I am granted a thousand lifetimes to live,
A thousand times over, it's you I would choose to give
My mornings, my evenings, my laughter, my tears—
My hand in the darkness, through all of our years."

Because love isn't simply saying, "You're mine."
It's saying, "Take your time. I'll be here. We're fine."
It's giving you freedom, yet making it clear—
Of all the places in this world, my love,
There will always be a place for you here. ❤️