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I like thinking that as I experience the worst times of my life,



I like thinking that as I experience the worst times of my life,
other people are experiencing their first kiss,
first butterflies-in-stomach,
graduation,
first paycheck, or promotion.
It makes me think that the world isn’t a dark place;
I’m just standing in the shadow.



Self love


Loving yourself and knowing your worth is very difficult . Sometimes in life self love is suppressed due to caring for other people.We need to realize that we are created for a purpose not for someone's happiness or judgments.knowing your worth and being strong alone and have confidence is great blessing.We didn't focus on ourselves, we believe in judgmental things lose and confidence. Sometimes we want to be loved by someone and we lose our self respect in this scenario.We should stay strong and must have believe on Allah Almighty



Scars don’t heal.



Scars don’t heal. With time, they become buried so deep that the person himself may not feel them for a while. These scars just need a spark to catch the fire again and they become so fresh as if they never faded.
Here comes the beauty of human beings, they master to hide those scars under their layers of flesh, where the scars keep crawling , eating them from inside.
The funny thing is, time takes the whole credit for it. As they say, time is the great healer. Whereas in reality, it is the human being who learns to muddle through.
This piece of writing is to all those people who are suffering and see no way out. You will be amongst the strongest one day. Let me not be dishonest with you, time is not the healer and it will not be a teacher either until you decide to make use of your scars constructively. Only then , you’ll be able to bite the bullet with such grace like no other that people will be envious of you. So , sweetheart buckle yourself up inch by inch and take the lead. You were called Ashraf ul makhlookat for a reason.
Just have faith in Allah .
With love,



WE GREW UP.//



WE GREW UP.//
Somewhere between crying out loud to get attention and weeping on the pillow quietly so that no one sees, we all grew up.
Somewhere between considering 'afternoon naps' as a punishment and sleeping between the lectures, we all grew up.
Somewhere between playing hide and seek, and becoming a pro at hiding our feelings, we all grew up.
Somewhere between playing 'Snake' game on Nokia and being surrounded by snakes, we all grew up.
Somewhere between caring for our own happiness and just being worried about others happiness, we all grew up.
Somewhere between playing with dolls and playing with our own lives, we all grew up.
Somewhere between hiding ammi's favourite glass that we broke and masking our own broken hearts, we all grew up.
Somewhere between 'Log kya kahengay' and 'Jo kehna hai kehnay do', we all grew up.
Somewhere between 'I'll become a pilot when I grow up' and 'I just want to be a happy person', we all grew up.


Throughout my life,



Throughout my life,
I’ve ran into people who made me question my self-worth.
I was rarely told that I was “enough”.
I always had the feeling that I needed to run faster,
Look better,
Act smarter,
Work harder,
Just to feel that I’m a satisfactory product to all the ones I love.
When someone praised me,
I questioned the integrity of their words,
Because they were unfamiliar to me.
And when you live a life like that,
You end up never really knowing,
If you’re ever going to feel like you’ve got what it takes to be loved,
And to, finally, be “enough”.



Isn't it all beautiful to keep the curves with in you Hidden n all'?



Isn't it all beautiful to keep the curves with in you Hidden n all'?
You smile all the way long to mask up the short pain aches you keep in your heart? You think up that God chose you for all the chaos, But why?
Don't you feel lucky "allen?"
Don't you feel lucky to have those scars that make yoi even more powerful? Those scars that tell yoi everyday that you're a survivor, a survivor who put up a mask and fought with such a bravery?
-Okay, let's talk about your way of happiness and the type of life you praise and you wanted!
No worries, no pain, no heartache, all beautiful colours, love and affection from every person you meet or wants to meet, beautiful chill and calm life no struggles and no single worry ans clear happy smooth life? Well, okay.
Now seee and compare.
No pain means no gain, No worry means no experience, no heartache means no strength, you want love from every person then what do you think of hate? Would you know the concept of hate? No.
okay, You want calm life clear life and smooth life, right? Well okay, If you get all the right and positive things in your life what you want Then what about the Balance nature has put in this world?
Balance of positivities and negativities,balance struggles and outcommings, balance of love and hatered, balance about what you want and what is better for you, balance of good and bad, balance of the best amd worstttt.
Honey, these balances are kept by nature by The Almighty. We have no rights to undo anythings.
I always think that when you get out of a bad time and a bad situation you feel more power in yourself and its the power that every survivor feels after a ver very long depression. Yes you're a survivor yoi had a bad time and you dealt with that. You never quit you never give up Thats yours strength thats your outcome that's your real face and the one the scars made you.
At last you can say, my scars are my power my strength to deal with even more bad time. I can fight, i can deal, i cam conquer But i can never quit. Yezss
This is me!



I learned in time that trust was never about who lied



I learned in time that trust was never about who lied to you and who told you the truth. trust was a phenomena that was only accessed when you were soaked in everything that you hide, naked in everything that you are. your anxiety, your irrational fears, your depression, the days where you admit that you imagine even your shadow does not want anything to do with you anymore. trust is when they see you. really see you. they see the broken glass in your mouth, how often you are hit by the revolving door. they see you ashamed and shriveled; when you are a corpse in your own bed and they still love you. they still reach for your fingers. they still wake up next to you every morning. That is trust.


To have life just like we want it to be is really a life long struggle



To have life just like we want it to be is really a life long struggle because our desires are life long. I don’t even think it’s just the desires, it’s the fact that we want to keep on moving in life (not always forward). And to move we desire a change. A change that we think is better for us even though half of the times it’s not. Desires really are a life long deal. Choose yours wisely!




I CARE. I wonder people who leave do they think about the rubble they leave behind, do they ever look back , do they feel remorse , do they regret breaking others , do they even feel ? If they do , how can they just leave, I couldn't stop thinking about a stray cat back at home when I moved to college , how can people just leave and not care ? Not caring is the new trend, but I don't care much for the new phenomenon of not caring , I care , I care a lot , care a little too much about everything. Especially about those who leave. I wish them a heart that cares about others and about themselves , I wish they find the courage to stay , I wish they manage to find a home , I wish them the strength to love and I wish they eventually find something worth sticking around for , I wish them a life away from grey clouds of doubt , I wish them a heart brave enough to care .


یہ تو کچھ دنوں کی بات ہے۔۔



یہ تو کچھ دنوں کی بات ہے۔۔
ابھی تو لمحے باقی ہیں۔

ابھی تو جینا باقی ہے۔
ابھی تو ہنسنا باقی ہے۔

کچھ کچھ رونا باقی ہے۔
مل کے بیٹھنا باقی ہے۔
مل کے جینا باقی ہے۔
ابھی تو کچھ ہی دن گزرے ہیں۔
بہت کچھ ہونا باقی ہے۔
ابھی تو لڑنا باقی ہے۔
ابھی تو منانا باقی ہے۔
جینا مرنا باقی ہے۔

یہ تو کچھ دنوں کی بات ہے۔۔
جب ہم بچھڑ بائیں گے۔
دور دور چلے جائیں گے۔
تب تم کو یاد آئیں گے۔۔
کبھی کبھار مل پائیں گے۔

یہ تو کچھ دنوں کی بات ہے۔۔
بہت کچھ ہونا باقی ہے۔