Poetry

Low grades, worry, stress,
Will I be the best?
Sacrifice, grind, success
Faith, unwavering - yes
Trust the process.

Why I wear this ring?
it’s for hope in sum1
If this isn’t what you intend
Please let’s not pretend
In my namaz always ask if it be Allahs will, cause if not then I don’t want it.
Put your faith in this,
what’s for you won’t miss you.
How did you get her?
I asked Allah & made dua(constantly & repetitively)…SubhanAllah!

“Hope”

Never lose hope.

One day,
everything you've been praying for
will find its way to you.

Every dream
will become a beautiful reality.

Every unanswered question
will finally make sense.

And the person meant for you

will be waiting
at the gates of the home
you once only dared to dream of.

So, hold on a little longer.

Some blessings
take time to arrive,

but they are always
worth the wait.

I think I’ll spend most of my life trying to transliterate my soul into words, knowing full well that something essential will always be lost along the way.

The strange thing is that words are all we have.

Most people won’t read them. Some will. Fewer will understand them. And even those who do will carry away a version of what I meant rather than what I felt.

Perhaps that is the quiet tragedy of being human. We spend our lives translating ourselves into a language that can never quite hold us, hoping someone else’s heart will reconstruct what ours was trying to say.

Maybe that’s why misunderstanding hurts so much. Not because people disagree with us, but because they never quite meet the person we were trying to introduce.

And still I write.

Not because I expect perfect understanding, but because silence has never been fluent enough to speak for my soul.

“ hayati how can i make myself look beautiful when all i see in mirrors is you. “

• -B.A.D.

“ i love my imagination because it always brings me back to us. “

• -B.A.D.

“ this summer came and is leaving.
I came & will never leave”

• -B.A.D.

Hayati,
I cant take you out of me,
You live inside my eyes,
And deep inside my heart & soul too.
Hayati,
I have never held you even once,
But yet you dont know what my soul keeps hidden for you.
Hayati ,
Anna bihibik.
Anna Mush’tac ili,… shwe shwe. 🐻❤️
Akhid?

• -B.A.D.

“A man that genuinely wants to be with you will naturally care for you,… everyone else just wants to experience you. “

• -B.A.D.

Ar-Raḥman
Every time I search for words, they return to me carrying the same Name: Ar-Raḥman.
A child finds comfort, an orphan finds hope, a sinner finds the door still open. Behind every mercy I have ever known, I glimpse only a sign of Ar-Raḥman.
Morning arrives without asking us to deserve it. The rain falls without asking who is worthy. The earth carries us, even after all we have taken from it. How many mercies pass through our hands before we remember Ar-Raḥman?
I have counted my shortcomings, yet I could never count His mercy. I have forgotten Him more times than I can remember, yet He never ceased being Ar-Raḥman.
If every ocean became ink and every leaf became a page, my words would still fall silent before the majesty of Ar-Raḥman.
Perhaps that is the closest a heart can come to praise: not believing it has spoken enough, but knowing it never will, because every word reaches its limit, while the mercy of Ar-Raḥman never does.