Bullying , Ragging whatever name

Bullying , Ragging whatever name you give it in simple word these are all harassment .

Harassment from your classmates , colleagues , some stupid douchebags you pass on road on bus , your boss , to your teachers & these people have made so many varieties of it .

They mean nothing to us but still we crumble at their words , their behaviors .

There are so many stories like this hidden behind the fears .

Students develop phobia of going to school & college because of this & Do you know whose behavior mostly surprises me ?

the teachers , teacher who are supposed to be our guardian next to our parents unfortunately they themselves loosing this honor .

You won't believe how manipulative their words are , they judge , humiliate some students based on only their grades but also their looks , they even use abusive words for the parents & mostly their targets are those shy , introvert type of kid .

I know many of us face this but only few say this out loud .

At first I didn't understand why would someone hurt someone without any reason but then I realized that they do this cause they crave power not respect but power they think creating fear in other's mind about them will make them powerful .

Though I know the reason now but I still don't understand it & I don't even want to cause I don't want to sacrifice my conscience , my self-respect for this .

I'm better off like this , I'm better off being a fish out of water , I'm better off not fitting into their mould

We can never stop the world from judging us.

We can never stop the world from judging us.

This is a known reality that we are being judged by a great number of people from the very start, whether this judgement be affirmative or otherwise.This apprehension always happens in every single part of our life. There's always a fear in our heart that what people will say or think about us. Instead of taking a step forward, we just stop ourselves from sharing our thoughts, opinions or anything that we want to do. It's not just about expressing what you feel but it's about everything related to you. We've all been affected at some point of our lives by the words someone says to us or about us and each one of us has somewhat gone through this condition.There's no way to halt this conception.But unfortunately, we are being sabotaged by our own selves due to this groundless fear, we are trying to mold ourselves into something people want us to be. We all are aware of the fact that positive comments are for our own betterment and enhancement but those statements which do not have any role aside from hurting us and eroding our confidence should have no substantial impact on our lives. We have been blessed with only one beautiful life by the Almighty. Then why should we always care about others opinions? Stop being tied up with the remarks of the world! You just have to be yourself. Nothing lasts forever, these people do not hold any importance in your life. Mistakes are for learning and these are made by everyone, it's not just you. So, get yourself out of your bubble and listen to the REAL you. Stop allowing the world to be your kryptonite!

Be kind, be strong, be brave, be a dreamer, be a fighter, be everything, but above all, be YOU.

"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!