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The war against the self is fierce, but the war against the ego is far more perilous."

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‎ﻭﮦ ﺟﻮ ﮔﯿﺖ ﺗﻢ ﻧﮯ ﺳﻨﺎ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ

‎ﻋﻤﺮ ﺑﮭﺮ ﮐﺎ ﺭﯾﺎﺽ ﺗﮭﺎ

‎ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﺩﺭﺩ ﮐﯽ ﺗﮭﯽ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﮞ ﺟﺴﮯ ﺗﻢ

‎ﮨﻨﺴﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﮌﺍ ﮔﺌﮯ

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Behind glasses seen by insane

I don't know when I suddenly became comfortable crying on trains and buses.
Strange, isn't it?

People usually wear glasses to look cool, to block the sun, or to protect their eyes from UV rays.
But me? I wear them when I need to cry.

The glass in my shades has become like my heart—dark, reflective, and hiding everything behind it.
I try my best to ensure that what lies behind that dark heart, those stormy oceans in my eyes, remains unseen.
Often, even the people closest to us can't see through that kind of glass.

But today, in a crowded train, someone saw me.
Right when I was at my most vulnerable, drowning quietly in a sea of strangers, he noticed.
He nodded at me—just once.
As if to say, “You’ll be fine. I feel you.”

And you know what’s strange?
That person was “abnormal”—someone society might label as insane.
And that made me think…

Something a so-called “normal” person—someone who lives by society’s standards—couldn’t see,
this so-called madman saw.
Maybe I’m no different from the others—blind in ways I never realized.

But this “insane” man,
sitting far away in the noise and chaos of the train,
saw the tears behind my dark glasses.

And now I’m left wondering—
who’s really insane?
Him… or us?

And if he is the mad one,
then what use is our so-called sanity?

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A Son’s Lament

I miss you, Mom, more than words can show, A storm within, too deep to let flow. I wish I could speak, let silence break, But they say a man must never ache.

This cruel fate, this hardened role, Has etched its burden into my soul. You were my strength, my steady peace, Now every breath feels like a lease.

I couldn’t stay — I don’t know why, Perhaps God willed it, heard me cry. But this distance, Mom, it breaks me apart, An endless ache inside my heart.

I long to hear your loving tone, That warmth that made the cold unknown. To taste your food, feel love so near, To walk the paths you made so clear.

My heart has turned to ash and stone, A hollow shell, adrift, alone. Only your face, your touch, your light, Could guide me through this endless night.

No one stood by me — none but you, When shadows fell, you pulled me through. My tears now beg for sweet release, But I hold them back, deny them peace.

My eyes are starved for just one glance, To feel your arms, that lost romance. But how to speak the words unspoken, When pain and pride remain unbroken?

After Allah, it’s you I hold, My strength, my shelter from the cold. If I could, I’d run to you now, Kiss your feet, before you bow.

I walk alone through time and pain, Each moment whispers your name in vain. I cannot share, I cannot cry, I only break, and wonder why.

They ask me why I’m always still, Why silence crushes heart and will — But deep inside, a storm still sighs, Of love and loss and long goodbyes.

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