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How Do We Make Friends

I remember when someone asked me, “Can you remember how we met—I mean, our first encounter?” And I said, “Yeah... sure, of course.” It had already been six months since we met, but in that moment, I realized I couldn’t remember the beginning. I tried to recall the exact moment—our faces, what we were doing, how we reacted, what we said—but my memory wouldn’t take me back.

That’s the difference between lovers and friends. With lovers, you almost always remember the first time. I’m no neurologist, but I know. I’d explain later.

But with friends, it feels sudden, magical. You don’t really remember how it started because it feels like it just happened. One moment you were alone, and the next, they were there—right beside you.

So maybe the real question is this: when you think about someone close to you, can you remember how it all began? Your first encounter? If the answer is no, maybe it’s friendship. But if the memory is sharp, alive, vivid—maybe it was always something more.

[aainsh]

“Wings, Not Chains”

Sometimes, I don’t want to disappear.

I want to wake up with joy pressing against my ribs, a smile tugging at my lips before the world even gives me a reason. I want to laugh—loud —the kind of laughter that spills into a room and makes others laugh too. I want to speak without shrinking, to take up space around the ones I love: my parents, my siblings, the mirror.

I want to look up at the skies and feel like they’re looking back, soft and endless, calling me to peace. I want to run barefoot along soft, rich roads, the kind that leave no bruises, only stories.

I want my dream job. The one that feels less like work and more like soul. I want to be famous—not just for the name, but for the impact. I want to be loved and seen in ways that go beyond passing glances. I want my music taste to echo from speakers into someone else’s chest. I want to lie on my prayer mat and feel everything I’ve lost and everything I’ve found settle in me like truth.

I want to fill my home with light—plants that stretch toward windows, books stacked like memories, colours that make my heart hum. I want the freedom to live boldly, fully, loudly. To mark the world with more than my footsteps. To stretch without breaking. To breathe without asking permission.

Sometimes, I don’t want to disappear.

I just want wings, not chains.

[aainsh]

Alice in Wonderland

by [Aisha.]

What happens when you feel too much,

and people feel your muchness is muchier than the usual much?

Is it not okay to be much?

A person can be able to feel so much,

but the realization that this muchness is sometimes a burden to others is sad.

I want my much to be muchier,

because without my muchness I lose so much.

I probably won't be able to find my Hatter—

who relentlessly loves my much,

muchness,

and muchier.

“You’re not the same as you were before,” he said.

“You were much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.”

— The Mad Hatter

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Yin-Yang ☯️🌌🌸

We are one in a million. Yes, I tried to think of a comparison to our oneness, but nothing quite fit. So maybe that’s it—we are the real definition of one in a million.

You know what that means? To not be able to find a piece of us anywhere else but within us.

You blossom for me,

and I cosmic because of you.

It makes sense now.

You are the sun to my moon.

~Aisha.

[aainsh]

Beautiful Heart

If flowers bore human petals,

they would blossom you.

Your heart smells like ripe fruit,

tingling senses.

You, epitome of grace.

You, soul’s race.

[aainsh]

Until That Time

I wish my eyes could take pictures,

capturing this moment of now,

allowing nostalgia in your absence.

They would hold the little and tiniest—

everything about you—it shines.

I wish my eyes could speak,

telling of the colors you radiate,

the glow and the gloom

you leave behind every trail.

They would rhyme in sync with you.

Eyes don’t lie,

so I would—

put your lashes on my eyes,

for you to see the world you create

unfold before you.

~Aisha.

[aainsh]

What Nerves You

The frost is gone,

heat takes its place.

The trickle—trickling,

trick... trick... trick...

The last—

tri....................ick.

My gaze stops.

Resting.

Finally, the end.

Such a nerve-ticking sound.

Smile—

is this really about trick, frost, heat?

~Aisha.

[aainsh]

Like Afternoon Dream

But then, there was you—

holding my hands,

leading me into the light.

Bodies scented with heat,

flesh burning, fevered.

Yet my nose is drunk

on the perfume of fire.

Mouth twitching,

side to side,

like a restless bean.

This figurine—

it will break.

The fragility of a fickle

afternoon dream.

~Aisha.

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Now look at this bathroom , bathing here would feel like eating cotton candies 💕🦋🎶.

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The cups look so magical.This year I want to fill my cup with magical memories, and when it gets filled I hope it washes away my sorrows, Ameen ✨.

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I really want to recreate this ,the calmness is mesmerizing 🤍.

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What do all think about this nail set ? It's so fairy-like ugghh🌹...

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I used to not love my name cause it's quite popular,and not just in my region but basically around the world.I would imagine my self in a new name and think if my name was more special more unique I probably would be a different person.

But I realized that our souls ,our being is what defines the uniqueness of our birth name .And it became clear to me that my name choosed me , out of all the names I could bear my name choosed to be linked to me now I love love my name and I could never imagine bearing another. I AM AISHA🤍 short form for Aainsh✨.

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I just love beautiful sets like this one, can't wait till I have my own collections.🤍✨🌹