I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me
the masculine urge to make them feel safe, to remind them how lovely they are, to make them blush with the littlest compliments, to leave them notes, to buy them flowers and books, to cheer them up when they're not feeling good, to make them feel valid.
Some sorrows are not meant to be spoken, only endured. Their depth is known only by you and the One who created you. And perhaps, in that silence, in that solitude, you will find the strength you never knew you had. Because even when the world doesn’t see your pain, He does. And He is the only one who can truly heal what is broken inside you.
There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.
Hawas ki vaadiyon se door Haya ki chadar me
Hum bhi kisi se milenge, usool-e-shari'at ke mutabik💌
for some reason the most romantic thing i can think of is someone saying your name. the way it's supposed to be said. early in the morning. late at night. mouth full of food. a whisper. in sob. in laughter. stuttering. idk there's something about it that means more to me.
When Munir Niazi said 'muhabbat ab nahi hogi & Jaun asked 'Aik hi shakhs tha jahan mein kia? & Mehdi Hsn sang 'Muhabbat karne wale kam na honge' & Faiz said 'Aur bhi dukh hain zamanay mein muhabbat k siwa' and when my heart kept going through all these phases w/o finding peace.
where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the moon and stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature and philosophical debate with till 2 am, someone who writes me love letter whenever we meet, someone to exchange books with and reads me poetry randomly, someone to walk around museums and imitating art with>>>
no matter what others say but i strongly believe that —
"Aurat bewafa nahi hoti or jo bewafa hoti hai wo fitratan aurat nahi hoti ye duniya achy mardon ki waja se nahi chalti achi aurat ki waja se chalti hai."
Jisne paa liya usne paa kar mitti kar diya, Aur jisne nahi paya wo khud Khaak ho gaya.
hi hi have u read anything from emile zola??
i have never bought any book of him but i had read his book Germinal in ebook and really loved that.
"Right in the middle of our life, on an ordinary day, the unthinkable happened. Everything went from ordinary to chaotic and there I stood, in the mess of it all, knowing there will now forever be a before and an after. That day."
—Sharyn Marsh, Leave Her Wild