Fun & Laughs

distraction😅 Just two minutes after studying seriously...😂

Me: I want a serious relationship. ❤️

Also me when he says, “We need to talk😂😂

Europeans were so dumb they set sail for India and ended up in the Carribean. How do you miss Africa's shoreline and not think "Damn we might wanna turn around"

Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night, depending on a different time zone.

I decided to repost again, as some people are still posting unrelated and inappropriate posts in this group, instead of the correct groups which they were created for.

This is a quick, friendly reminder, in order to keep the group from unnecessary related posts other than humor, I will be removing unnecessary posts which aren't related to humor or are inappropriate, otherwise this will become like a random group with unrelated posts.

So please, when you post something, please check that you are posting in the correct group, as otherwise the group will be no different to other groups where irrelevant posts are posted, and that's not what the group was created for.

If you're not sure, I'm more than happy to help or guide you. This is nothing personal, just a way to declutter unnecessary posts and stop unnecessary spamming posts or posts that can make others feel uncomfortable.

I have noticed increase in gender bashing and racism posts, while I was away. Degrading others constantly, and puting others down, wont be tolerated in this group.

Anyway, have a great weekend ahead.
Here is something light-hearted before the weekend

STORY TIME: THE GIRL WHO WROTE MY NOTES, AND THE PROMISE I NEVER FORGOT. 🥀❤️

Some stories begin with a conversation. Some begin with a coincidence. And some quietly become a part of your life before you are even old enough to understand what they mean.

Today is Friday.

An invitation arrived at our home for someone's engagement. Mum looked at it and casually said, "Beta, your friend's engagement invitation has arrived."

I said, "Okay, Mum. I'll check it after lunch."

I had absolutely no idea that a simple invitation would take me several years back in time.

When I finally looked at the invitation, I realised whose engagement it was.

It was hers.

A girl who was once one of the sweetest parts of my childhood.

Let me take you back.

We studied together until the eighth standard. She was a Christian girl, incredibly polite, gentle, and effortlessly kind.

You know those people who don't need to speak loudly to make their presence felt?

She was one of them.

If kindness had a handwriting, I think it would have looked exactly like hers. And if innocence had a face, hers would probably have been the one I remembered.

Now, here's where things get interesting.

I was probably one of the most academically unproductive students when it came to writing notes. 😭

She, on the other hand, was my unofficial academic department.

She would bring her own notebooks, sometimes buy them with her own money, and write my notes for me.

I didn't even have to worry about completing my notebooks.

Imagine having a personal secretary in the eighth standard without paying a single rupee. 💀

And the funny part?

I barely did anything in return.

This continued through the sixth, seventh, and eighth standards.

She would bring little chocolates and snacks, the kind of things children find more valuable than the entire world's treasure.

She even looked after my lunchbox.

While I was busy playing with my friends, she would sometimes sit nearby, watch me play, and cheer for me.

And when I was competing for Student of the Year, she actually helped me get votes from other girls in the class.

Back then, I thought this was simply what friendship looked like.

I was too young to understand that sometimes people express affection through the smallest acts of care.

I thought she was just being a good friend.

I had no idea that I was living inside someone's favourite chapter.

AND THEN CAME THE LAST DAY OF EIGHTH STANDARD.

The day that changed the way I remembered all those little things.

She came up to me and asked:

"Rahil, who do you like in our class?"

I laughed and said, "Nobody, yaar. What about you?"

She looked at me and said:

"I like you. I've liked you from the beginning."

For a moment, I genuinely didn't know what to say.

I asked her, "Then why didn't you ever tell me?"

And her answer was something I would understand much more deeply years later.

She told me that she didn't have a father, and she was aware that our religions were different. She understood that our families and circumstances might never allow us to be together in the future.

She said she had thought about all of that.

She knew she might never get to be with me.

But she still wanted me to know that she had loved me, and that she would always carry that affection in her heart.

I was a child.

I didn't understand the weight of those words. I didn't understand how someone could care so deeply while already knowing that the future might not give them what they wished for.

Then she hugged me.

I hugged her back.

And she asked me for one promise and one gift.

I said, "Yes, yes, tell me!"

She said:

"Will you come to my engagement? I want to see you one last time before I become someone else's."

I said yes.

Just like that.

An eighth-standard boy made a promise without understanding how emotional that promise would become when he grew older.

And then life happened.

I moved to another city for better education. Four years passed without contact. No conversations, no updates, nothing.

But somehow, after those years, we found our way back into each other's lives.

For the last three and a half years, we've been good friends again. We share things, talk about life, and remain connected.

And even today, I'm the only guy in her contact list.

I don't know what to call that, but I do know that some friendships survive distances, years, and entirely different chapters of life.

AND NOW, THAT INVITATION HAS ARRIVED.

The little girl who once wrote my school notes is getting engaged.

The girl who brought me chocolates, looked after my lunchbox, cheered for me during school competitions, and quietly cared for me in ways I was too young to recognise.

And suddenly, I understand something I couldn't understand back then.

She wasn't keeping a record of what I owed her.

She wasn't waiting for me to repay every notebook, every chocolate, every little favour.

She was simply being kind.

Perhaps that is what makes this memory so special.

As children, we often fail to recognise the value of the people who make our ordinary days beautiful. We understand their importance only when life brings us back to those memories with a little more maturity.

I don't know whether she ever realised how much those little gestures meant.

But today, I do.

And if there's one thing this story has taught me, it's that not every beautiful connection is meant to become a romantic relationship.

Some people enter our lives to remind us what genuine affection looks like.

Some become memories we carry with gratitude rather than regret.

And some promises are made by children but remembered by adults.

I once promised an eighth-standard girl that I would attend her engagement.

I didn't know then that one day, I would be reading that invitation with an entirely different heart.

Maybe growing up is exactly this:

Realising the value of things you once considered ordinary.

And to that little girl who once wrote my notes:

Thank you for being kind to a boy who didn't even know how to recognise all the kindness he was receiving.

I hope life gives you the happiness you always deserved.

Some chapters don't need a romantic ending to remain beautiful.

Sometimes, the most beautiful thing you can do for someone you once cared about is genuinely wish them a beautiful future, even when you are not a part of it. ❤️

— Rahil

P.S. I still think you deserve an award for completing my notebooks without charging me a single rupee. I was clearly the most profitable friendship of your childhood. 😭😂❤️

I want to get married, but somehow, marriage doesn't seem to want me. 🤭

I'm not asking for a fairytale, just someone who's genuinely ready to build a life together. Someone who knows what they want, understands commitment, and is willing to grow together through the good and bad days.

At this point, I'm not sure whether I'm waiting for the right person or the right person is still waiting for the right timing. 😂

Anyway, dear marriage, I'm ready when you are. Please don't keep me waiting forever 🤍.

Some itchbay behaviour 😂 couldn’t hack getting mogged on his racist post so he blocked me…too bad he couldn’t “send me back to where I came from”

“May Allah bless everyone with this kind of problem in the future.”😁🤲🏻

Relationship wey I use 7yrs build, yahoo boy don use a day collect am💔🤧*