Tag: Random
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.
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.
7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀
INKY❄
Sleeping is something I like. It’s like an escape route for me. A well deserved escape from reality. Sounds immature doesn’t it? Because as soon as you open your eyes you and I know that reality will greet. Yet I wish I could hibernate because even if winter isn’t here, the one in my heart has always been present.
I feel I’m the weakest being on planet earth. I wish to hibernate to be kind to my mind, body and soul. But whatever you plan, all your thoughts will perish as if struck by a poisonous arrow right in the core. Just as daylight meets the eye.
My vision blurs, my head aches as though it has stored burdens as huge as mountains. My skin feel hot, as it was the source of all the fire in the world.It feels as though my ribs are crushing my lungs into nothingness. My lungs yearn for fresh air, though what they get is nothing less than smoke from wild forest fire. My heart feels heavy,darker and shrunken.
I struggle to keep eyes still as the pain shoots through my spine I am forced to shut my eyes as tight as possible. While tears begin to flow, a mile a minute.
Inky
Assalamualaikum/Hi to anyone reading this. 😛
It’s been such a looooonnnggg time since I posted. My mind is rusted, honestly.
I really want to (and also am trying since forever) get myself into writing the way I used to . How something would dawn upon me, in seconds and sometimes vanish before I could catch it. Or the way sometimes I was able to turn a few words into a poem with some good meaning ( or try to). Anyway, here’s something I’d written for a friend. Since it’s motivational-ish, it’s for everyone out there (including myself, at the top of the list). If you’re still reading, thank you. ❤ May Allah give you more patience to bear my can of rubbish that I try to post here. SMILE! 🙂
Don’t you dare, give up!
Think more, think wide,
Let your canvas be,
beyond everyone’s sight.
There has and always will be,
more than one way to solve a problem,
more than one path to choose from.
Create your own path, if you must.
But let never ignorance guide you.
Let your determination be your shining armour,
your unique thoughts be your sword.
Let the company of hope be your ride through the passage of time,
and let positivity be the shield that would,
repel darkness everytime.
INKY
INKY
Sometimes when we take pictures we fall in love with tiny details that the world might fail to notice.
Just like that in life we should be thankful for the little things that others might notice.
Say Alhamdulillah. ALHAMDULILLAH ALA KULLE HAAL.💚
The photo I’m attaching is…
of a HUGE tree which is bench shaped. and this tiny green miracle is growing in the middle part of the bark.Isn’t it lovely how our delicate little pops out of the rough dark bark? Just notice the differences! SubhanAllah.😍
P.S I’m really happy with this picture of mine. It was alot of hard work and alot of frustrating moment. BECAUSE of the WIND! And it’s SO TINY, therefore it was extremely hard to focus. (And don’t steal my picture, please. <.<)
Specially thanks to my sister. (We want for a walk, 😛 her patience MashAllah and words of motivation helped me, honestly.)
INKY
Took this picture today morning. I like the layers. How it goes from darkness to sunlight and then to the beautiful blue November sky. (Also the texture.)
So I thought I should share.
Smile. 😀
INKY
Inky
Haha I’m still here.😂
Why do we bound creativity?
To places, times, tools, mood, environment. To encouragement, motivation, inspiration. To thoughts, ideas and appearances.
Creativity is to create and when you have the fire in you to do it nothing else matters. Your way of expressing creativity can be by anything like perhaps painting, writing, cooking, designing, teaching, photography.ANYTHING.
I think sometimes I’m good at creative writing. When I get an idea or thought in my head that I think about it and just try to save it somewhere. But when I have words flowing through my head there is no way you can stop me from writing start to finish.Last year as we were learing about Cables and electricity I ended up writing the following. 🙂
https://accidentallyinked.wordpress.com/2016/08/27/make-no-mistake/
Don’t let anything to stop you from unleashing your creativity. (But also pay attention in class. Haha)
INKY
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