Don’t worry about the random bold words. They aren’t for you.😛
Woke up to the sound of birds praising their Lord.
Woke up to the sunlight exploding from the white blinds.
Woke up to the smell of chai and toast.
Woke up to the giggles of my little brother.
Woke up with a quality that needs to be erased.
Woke up to the thought of December, APS attack.
Woke up with the thought that it’s my duty to spread the tiny bit of positivity I grow and loose.
We need to remember to smile. To feel the peace in nature. To remember we’re still alive. To remember that Allah gave us another chance to be closer to Him. To correct our previous mistakes. To be more appreciative and grateful. To not worry about how cliché this post might seem. 😂 Because what matters most is writing. Sigh.💔 I just hope I never stop writing, because the thoughts in my head can be lethal. Writing is important. What comes after it is secondary, you can keep it forever. You can burn it, like it never existed. Or you can share it, if you want. What matters most is letting the thoughts seep out of your being into the blank paper that yearns to be inked. ( In my case, inked by Inky lol, I’m so lame. Khair.)
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.
7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀
I had written this a few months ago but today found the perfect picture to go with it.
I’m sharing a poem that I wrote 3 years ago, on this same day (or was it previous late night?) It’s in Urdu, full of flaws, unbalanced.mixed ideas, facts and emotions. Nonetheless, something.
Let me know what you think. 🙂 And I know it’s a bit annoying to read Roman Urdu (specially the way I write) XD but hehe I’m tooo lazy to type it. Sorry, not sorry, sorry? 😛 (maut=moot=mot=death however you like to spell it)
My parents have given me a beautiful name, a beautiful title and if I ever truly become that. Gham e maut mujhay nahi hai. ❤ Here goes:
Sab doobtay hain gham main,
koi nai baat nahi hai.
Hanstay hai sab kabhi na kabhi,
koi khaas baat nahi hai!
Bhool jatain hain deen-e- Islam,
koi nai baat nahi hai.
Gir jatay hain dunya kay khaddon mai,
kia afsoos ki baat nahi hai?
Baghair soochay samjhay karlaytain hai loog baray gunah,
koi nai baat nahi hai!
Magr kama laitain hain kuch loog thawaab sotay hee mai,
kia khaas baat nahi hai?
Dafan hoti hain maiyatain qabaristan mai rozana,
koi nai baat nahi hai!
Zinda thay wo bhi pahlay,
kia ye soochnay ki baat nahi hai?
Soochnay baithain hum to,
kartay kuch nahi hain!
Kar kay kuch bathain to,
soochtay kuch nahi hai!
Magan rahtay hai zindagi mai,
mazaq baat nahi hai!
Bhool jatay hai hum kay,
maqsad-e-wujood ye nahi hai!
Nahi kuch kia is zindagi mai to,
moon kia dekhaingay hashr main?
Kia jannat ke kirkee khulay gi ya,
saraingay hum qabr main?
Ataa hai malik-kul-maut,
roznana khuda kay hokum say
Kheench layta hai rooh wo badan say,
kia ye humain pata nahi hai?
Jaana hai har ik insaa ko is dunya say,
magar naikioon say pahlay inteqaal ho jai to,
kia udaasee ki baat nahi hai?
Dhans chuki ho tum is dunya kay daldal main….yahan,
Nikalo apnay aap ko tum is jal say kisi …tarha!
Dair mat karo chunkay paai jatay hain fitnay baray …yahan,
Aik say bhago to dosra aajaai ga …wahaan!
Dil-o demagh mai kabhi ik baat aatee hai mray,
Agar ban jaoon mai sahih maino mai aibon say paak,
To gham e maut mujhay nahi hai!
Rab mra mujh say razzee ho,
Kia yahi khushi nahi hai?
Drowning in an ocean,
The thoughts flooding.
Filling me up, yet leaving empty,
A paradox this all has been.
The sense of filling, leaving me hollow,
I was lost.
Lost beyond measure,
Waiting to be found.
For once I needed help,
My silence a loud scream,
But failed to be heard.
The scream was deafening,
But it fell in dead ears.
I waited, longed even,
With a heavy heart,
I rose up, again!
No one was gonna come to rescue,
I had to save myself.
With new determination I lunged,
Standing erect,myself a new sign of hope.
For all those hopeless people out there,
I am my own savior!
A poem a wonderful friend had written so I thought I’d share it. Because I think alot of people out there need to know that sometimes you need to be your own hero. 🙂 No matter how much your scary thoughts, strangle your mind. Or when your heart is stuck in quick sand of emotions. You must rise, and be your own savior. Always believe in hope.
(Spread hope generously ❤ but never foolishly, 😛 because hope is medicine. 😀 When taken as prescribed never hurts. But otherwise has side effects. 😦 )
Assalamualaikum / Hi all. 😊
Here is a picture I took recently in the morning on my way to the bus stop.
I’d been wanting to take a picture like this since months.💔I’m very satisfied with how it turned out.
I feel one reason I like sharing my pictures is I don’t want people to miss out. And take the time to note small things in life which Allah made for us.
Keep smiling and say SubhanAllah.💚
Take a look.
In response to GLOW. AND I don’t know if you remember but in my TO DO LIST one of the things that needed to be done was take a good sky photo. And here it is. 🙂 Obviously it is much prettier in reality, but haah I tried. 😀
Tell me what do you feel like should be a better caption? What’s the word or sentence that comes to your head when you read the word GLOW.
Once upon a time….umm half a decade ago? During holidays my mother insisted that I get up from bed because I had slept enough.There was no use of protest because she wouldn’t give up and make sure that I’m out of bed. So I thought she wants me off this bed and I did that.And still half asleep walked silently into her empty bedroom and fell asleep there.As I fell asleep my thoughts awakened and were running wild and I was assembling words in my dream after I had made up two sentenced that made a little sense, I couldn’t stop.Thus, a poem was born in my head.
However, the only problem now was to remember the poem.We all know that there are tonnes of dreams that we forget as soon as we get up. I didn’t wish to forget this.The sound of my mother calling me distracted me from my thoughts and concentration of trying to save the poem in my mind.Finally, I got up and with my eyes half closed went to my bedroom and without doing a thing grabbed a piece of paper and clumsily searched for a pencil and jot down every word I could remember.Some may think that was a clever thing to do nonetheless no one knows how horrible my handwriting was plus, the amount of time it took for me to actually decode the text later one.Anyway, here it is.I won’t explain it I’ll let you wonder.
P.S it was a gift for my parents.They were proud of it. 🙂 (Obviously it’s kiddish but it is also raw.My sister actually suggested that I share a picture, but I don’t want your eyes to get a heart attack by looking at my handwriting. You’ve welcome. 😛 )
As told by the rose
Don’t let the thorns fool you
I am a fragile bud
Just give me some time to settle in
and have some fun
Surely after all this
I’m sure a day will come
I will be all grown up
with petals like pink bubble gum
Though my thorns will be pointy
they won’t matter much
Ad by seeing the petals
they won’t be remembered much
I’m sure a day will come
when all this won’t be the same
My thorns won’t be stiff and strong
my petals won’t to look the same
Also that I’ll look wrinkled and dry
and my petals begin to fall
don’t worry about me because
that is what’s going to happen to all
even though they might be better than
or they may not be good at all
This ‘is’ what will happen to all
l just leave me and let me fade away
and don’t worry about me at all
But before all this I want you to know
I want to ask for forgiveness from you
for doing wrong to you all
Because you are the best parents anyone
could ever wish hope to wish for (at all)
*Be sure to remember me in your prayer
And In sha Allah! we’ll meet in heaven
where all those who ask for forgiveness before they die are.*