"SHE"

"SHE"

Every night she sleep on the pillow floating in the sea of her own tears, under the blanket of her fears and distress!

Every Morning she wakes up with sunken eyes, broken soul but still set her dreams in the hope of new day!

Every afternoon she keeps herself busy all day, she laughs to spring out all his exhaustion, she scream to let out the burden over herself!

Every evening she tries to be a better version of herself to make others happy!

And every night she fails and wish peace for another day❤️

It’s not about being happy,

"It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day. I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy? ‘ It just makes me more miserable. I don’t know If I believe in it, real lasting happiness, All those perky, well-adjusted people you see in movies and TV shows ? I don’t think they exist."

Gaza

This suit wedding of the fiancée of Fadi al-Ghazali from Gaza , his fiancée from Syria. Their wedding date was supposed to be in the coming days, but the israel army shelled their house before the wedding date come, Fadi has a strong love story with his fiancee

If people were as pure and as promising as the skies

If people were as pure and as promising as the skies, the world would be a better place.

If love was as beautiful as the sunset, fewer hearts would be broken.

If you asked me what my idea of perfection​ was,

I'd say it is you and me, fingers entwined, lying beneath the velvety expanse of the stupefying sky, lost in its resplendence.

Because that is entirety.

That, darling, is beyond perfection.

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You could be with a hundred people at a gathering and still be alone. You can be alone with the ocean and still feel like you've got everything. A million secrets buried in those waves, A thousand dark memories made. A hundred more, sent away with the tide. Words scrawled on parchment, rolled and stuffed into a glass bottle. Tossed into the water for the horizon to learn of your despair. There are but a few things that can calm you as much as the sea does. There are but a few things that can torment you as much as the sea does. Because it's just you, your thoughts, the sea breeze and the sound of the waves and nothing else to interrupt this time with yourself.

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The people around you, define you. You could be the nicest person and yet be known as a bastard because of the people you choose to be with. You could give in to your vulnerability and mould yourself in a particular way in order to fit into their category. You're no different than a pale cloud. A cloud who is plain and ugly when it is surrounded by an aura of an upcoming storm. A cloud who can look impeccably stunning when it is stabbed with the rays of the sun. You're a cloud and you're free to choose if you want to look ugly or breathtakingly resplendent!

The other day my daughter asked me

The other day my daughter asked me where the sun goes when it sets. She thought that the sun went to sleep whenever it disappeared from the sky.

It doesn’t go to sleep, I said to her, it just goes to other places and other countries.

And then I started thinking – the sun is always setting somewhere. Always, without fail. 24 hours a day it sets, again and again and again. Inching its way across the globe. It never stops setting actually. It just depends where you're standing.

But At nighttime we don’t really think about the sun, we don’t wonder where it is or what it’s doing. We don’t say, “Why, God, did you take the sun away?”

We understand that this is how our world works – day, then night. Light, then darkness. We don’t cry for the sun when it disappears below the farthest edge of the horizon. We don’t because we know in a matter of a few hours, it’ll be back, making everything bright and beautiful again.

Just like the alternation of night and day, our lives alternate between joy and sadness, love and heartache, blessings and deprivation.

We need the day to work and live, and we need the night to sleep. We need joy and love to energize and motivate us, but we sometimes need heartache and deprivation to contemplate our existence and fortify our gratitude to God.

Everything is created with impeccable balance. Allah gives us just enough light and just enough darkness to physically succeed. And Allah gives us just enough joy and just enough pain for our hearts to rise and fall and change and thrive, if that is what we seek.

And just as the sun is always setting somewhere, the sun is also always rising somewhere else.

“Is not the morning near?”

جی چاہتا ہے فلک پہ جاؤں

جی چاہتا ہے فلک پہ جاؤں

سورج کو غروب سے بچاؤں

بس میرا چلے جو گردشوں پر

دن کو بھی نہ چاند کو بجھاؤں

میں چھوڑ کے سیدھے راستوں کو

بھٹکی ہوئی نیکیاں کماؤں

امکان پہ اس قدر یقیں ہے

صحراؤں میں بیج ڈال آؤں

میں شب کے مسافروں کی خاطر

مشعل نہ ملے تو گھر جلاؤں

اشعار ہیں میرے استعارے

آؤ تمہیں آئنہ دکھاؤں

یوں بٹ کے بکھر کے رہ گیا ہوں

ہر شخص میں اپنا عکس پاؤں

آواز جو دوں کسی کے در پر

اندر سے بھی خود نکل کے آؤں

اے چارہ گران عصر حاضر

فولاد کا دل کہاں سے لاؤں

ہر رات دعا کروں سحر کی

ہر صبح نیا فریب کھاؤں

ہر جبر پہ صبر کر رہا ہوں

اس طرح کہیں اجڑ نہ جاؤں

رونا بھی تو طرز گفتگو ہے

آنکھیں جو رکیں تو لب ہلاؤں

خود کو تو ندیمؔ آزمایا

اب مر کے خدا کو آزماؤں

Firefly sitting near me , murmuring her delicate fantasy.

Firefly sitting near me , murmuring her delicate fantasy.

Nowhere to go , she makes herself busy on top of my black frizzy hair .

Our eyes gaze beyond the stars and we dance with dust in our lungs. Drenched in notes and consumed by beats.

We couldn't really understand eachother yet I could feel an unspoken chemistry heavily breathing between us. She couldn't speak like I do . But what if it could? What if it was? Could I hear it? Would I try to sense it or will I let go its voice and follow its light till my own darkness fades?

Fireflies... they dont live , they burn. They burn to cherish their existence, to let the moon know that it is not alone at night.

Then they die , taking away the worlds sorrows . I feel glimpse of this creature in me , for we both tend to ignite the same light.

So next time you watch a firefly wandering by , bother listening to it , feel the noise , it means something . Even if its silent , it has something inside.

Don't please just get amused by its light , don't lighten up your path and forget the source.

Because trust me we need both , the light and someone to make it shine.

“Phoenix”

“Phoenix”

I always wished, I had wings like phoenix to fly,

and could raise myself from the ashes to go up in the sky.

Darling, I adored you so much as if you were the apple of my eye,

and in return, you abandoned me with a text saying goodbye.

Honey, you left me alone in the dark to cry,

and I was so vulnerable that I couldn’t even ask you why.

Princess, you played with my heart as if it were a toy,

and when you broke it, you left these scars on it as a foy.

No matter it was the day or night I used to miss you and cry,

and kept asking myself how could you leave me like that to die.

Then one day, I went my best-friend’s home who lived nearby,

and asked her if she could do something to make me detoxify.

She told me, I was obsessed for a girl who didn’t care whether I live or die,

and should make myself strong enough to wipe my tears and let my eyes get dry.

After listening to her, I felt like I got wings like phoenix to fly,

and could raise myself from the ashes to go up in the sky.

I wanted to thank her, so I ordered her favorite Chinese food that tasted like Thi,

and then she went to kitchen and brought for me my favorite strawberry pie.

When we were done, she promised, for me, she would always be on standby,

and whenever, I needed her, I could call her or leave a message of Hi!

What you call a beautiful adventure?

What you call a beautiful adventure?

A beautiful adventure is one when you can't deduce your tribulations and can't snag how- do-you-do thereupon He hold you up, guard you, protect you and escort you to the unerring fruition of which not once you had a slight notion of.

And at the end, you are blessed with secret of happiness shukr, sabr and ikhlaas.

Remember in duas✨

Dont forget to recite surah kahaf nd darood

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 🐼

• The best part about our lives is the 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 part is that none of us is interested in living it or even living in it.

• We are always too busy crying about our past and panicking about our future, but one thing that we must not forget is that life unfolds itself in the present. But so often, we let the present slip away, allowing time to rush past unobserved and unseized, and squandering the precious seconds of our lives as we worry about the future and ruminate about what's past.

• When we refuse to find opportunities in the 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁, we resort to useless distractions like cell phones, social media, and mindless internet browsing. We should think about it, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 do we engage ourselves with these — they simply 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚! If you are burning time, it’s because you want to fast forward your life to some future moment (probably an unrealistic and romanticized future moment which in reality never really come's)

• I think we burn time hoping that the future will magically be better than the present, when the only way to actually make a better future is to seek present opportunities. They'll never be perfect circumstances to do things, 𝗪𝗘 have to make the circumstances 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 even if they aren't.

• Whenever we encounter problem's in our life, the first thing that we do is we start deviating from the 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 and start thinking about the time when this problem will end, failing to realize that they'll always be problems in our life. The problem's will end the day our journey in this world will come to an end. If someone say's they have no problem's in their lives, trust me when I say this "𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜"

• As far as the past is concerned the key is "𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 " the day we accept it, will be the day we'll be able to move on from it. Till then "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩!"

"𝒀𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕"