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Where I Long to Be

I long for a place where the trees stand tall,

Where greenery spills over every wall.

Where the wind is soft, and the skies are wide,

And I can walk freely, with nothing to hide.

The gush of water not far from my door,

A stream that sings what I’m searching for.

Peace in the leaves, calm in the air,

And a sense of safety everywhere.

No crowds, no fear, just open land,

A quiet world shaped by nature’s hand.

There, I could breathe, dream, and be—

That is the place that’s calling me.

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Leyleğin ayağını kesmişler

Nasılsa kanatlarım var deyip uçmuş

Acısını konduğun zaman anlarsın demişler

Seninki de o mesele ....

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لا أخجل من أن أقول إنني لم أقابل رجلاً كان جيدًا مثل والدي ، ولم أحب أي شخص كما أحببت والدي.

میں یہ کہتے ہوئے شرمندہ نہیں ہوں کہ میں کبھی بھی کسی ایسے آدمی سے نہیں ملا جو میرے والد کے لیے اچھا ہو، اور نہ ہی میں نے کسی ایسے شخص سے پیار کیا جیسا کہ میں نے اپنے والد سے کیا تھا۔

I am not ashamed to say that I never met a man that was as good as my father, nor have I loved anyone the way I did my father.

Heidi Lamar

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Imagine when we’re old and rusty, sitting on the porch playing cards and reminiscing about the youth we had. All the problems we struggle with today will be distant memories. We’ll laugh about them over a hot cup of coffee, watching the youthful versions of ourselves roaming in the garden, growing and experiencing the life we once lived. Our love will live on forever. 💘

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أعوذ بالله من حزن يُضعف قلبي

"I seek refuge in Allah from sadness which weakens my heart"

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استشهد بعد ان تزوجها بأيام ، فوجدوا رسالة فيها : "لا تظني اني تزوجتك وانا اعلم ان مقتلي قريب أنانيةً ، لكن تزوجتكي لما علمت ان الشهيد بشفع لأهله ، فأردت أن تكوني من أهلي"

He was martyred a few days after he married her, and they found a letter in which it said:

“Do not think that I married you knowing that I would soon be killed out of selfishness, but I married you when I learned that a martyr intercedes for his family, so I wanted you to be one of my family.”

a poem about this :

وخطبتكي قبل النفير

لا لأكسر ذلك القلب الحنون

And I proposed to you before the battlefield, not to break that tender heart

وعشقكتكي لكن قلبي لم يزل

يرنو لساحات المنون

And I loved you, but my heart still longed for the fields of death

وعلمت فضل شهادةٍ

بشفاعةٍ فأردتها لكِ يا فتون

And I learned that shafā’ah is one of the virtues of martyrdom, so I wanted it for you , beautiful

Written By : Ḥussām ʾEddīn Alshʿaar

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Too often we feel heroic about speaking the truth.

Instead, perhaps better to be genuine and live the truth. Less intrusive and more effective.

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Mai apne sab masaaeil mei tanha hun, mujhse koi kehta hi nahi ke mai hun.

-unknown

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Ya Allah I have no one besides you, so do not leave me alone even for the blink of an eye

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As the sun sets on the day of Ashura, Imam al-Hussain (AS) lies on the blood-soaked ground of Karbala, his body battered and bruised. The scorching sun beats down on him, relentless in its intensity, as he struggles to catch his breath. His head is wounded, and blood trickles down his sacred face, staining his blessed beard. He scans the horizon, searching for his loved ones, only to find them brutally slaughtered and lying lifeless on the ground, their blood mingling with the earth.

The innocent cries and wails of children and women fill the air, piercing his heart like a dagger. Tears stream down his divine face as he wipes away the blood with a piece of cloth, only to be met with a treacherous arrow from the Yazid army (may Allah's curse be upon him). The three-headed arrow pierces his heart, extinguishing the light of justice and compassion.

In his final moments, Imam al-Hussain (AS) gazes upon the carnage, his eyes reflecting the sorrow and pain of a father, a brother, and a leader. His sacrifice will forever be etched in the annals of history, a testament to the unyielding spirit of truth and righteousness. May his martyrdom inspire us to stand against oppression and fight for justice, and may his memory be a blessing to all humanity.

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Phir toh har dast-e-maseeha bhi mujhe khaar laga...

Tum ne dil itna dukhaya hai magar, koi nahi!...

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I really did. I wanted to give you sunshine, but how could anyone give sunshine when their hands were full of grief?

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Music by Adele

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Overthinking can finish your happiness. Entrust your affairs to Allah.

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who hurt you" myself bro, i make horrible decisions

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there’s this thing about getting older, life changes in the blink of an eye. i could have sworn we were still the love struck teenagers who believed their love could concur the earth. blinded by their feelings, convinced the power of their love could do anything. but looking at us now things have changed. we will never be those kids again. but i love who we are now. who we are becoming.

4am

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Don’t stop talking about Rafah, Palestine

Illustration by Peach Canvas, 2024

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Dhoop mein baap

Aur chulhe par maa jalti hain

Tab kahi jakar auladh palti hain

- Gulzar