"I Never Allowed Myself The Illusion That My Absence Would Leave Someone Broken Or Lost. I Have Always

i hope love never finds me ever againnn

Sometimes, it feels like life has come to a standstill. Nothing interests the heart, no desire to talk to anyone. There’s just a strange silence within, echoing like noise only I can hear. There’s no longing for anything, as if everything has lost its meaning.

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The relationships that bring us pain, we must learn to let go of them, no matter how much it hurts. It may feel unbearable now, but sometimes, walking away is the only way to find peace. They may return one day, but by then, they will no longer hold a place in our hearts. Because the truth is, they never come back out of love or appreciation—they return only when regret consumes them, when they realize what they lost.

The ones who caused our suffering, the ones whose words or actions made us cry, may not see our worth today. But time has a way of revealing everything. The pain they gave us today will turn into the regret that haunts them tomorrow. And when they finally understand what they lost, when they wish they could turn back time, it will be too late.

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.

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

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.

Shooting after asking about religion is terrorism. Okay.

BUT

mob Lynching after asking about religion is not terrOrism?

firing from job after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

not giving a house after asking about religion isn't terrOrism?

bulldozing a house after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

Buying fruits after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

Killing thousands of innocent people every year in the name of cow protection isn't t terrorism?

there are people who even celebrate and support the killing of innocent people, children and women in Gaza, isn't it terrorism?

Etc, Etc, Etc.....

It is also terrorism.

Recognize the real terrorist.

When tourists were stuck in Kashmir, it was Muslims who sheltered them.

When people needed help, it was Kashmiris who fed them.

When people cried for help, it was Kashmiris who answered!

But today, when Muslims are being oppressed, you remain silent.

You turn your back when Muslims are in need.

You silence your humanity when the victim is a

Muslim!

Was the kindness invisible? Or was your hatred always louder?

is vasl-e-yaar just a myth?

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.