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Misty, foggy morning in the forest.

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I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

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Lazy mornings are nice.

But darling,

don't you dismiss the beauty of early

morning sun.

When dawn breaks and light peeks.

When the nature, sleepily blinks

and birds sing.

When the trails are mystic,

The mounts majestic.

And when you sigh, content,

mist captures your wonder.

You close your eyes in reverence

The Universe, a hand-reach far.

And the day brings you closer,

not to the night,

But to your light,

That shines endless and bright.

-Enyah

@purplepeiskos

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It's no longer a case about people fighting over a land. It's about BLOODTHIRSTY MONSTERS that are living among us. They are willing to sacrifice their own just to fill their ego and feel a sense of revenge, They are willing to ignore the protests of their own people for the sake of their personal interests. I'm talking about Israel's government.

The news probably isn't giving the whole picture of what's going on with Israel and Palestine. And for those who are still supporting that Israel is doing what it must do to ''defend'' itself, including continuing this genocide, I'm telling you Israelis themselves are against it, and the government is fighting within itself and barely holding up, I'll give you one name that you probably heard many times until now, Netanyahu, this person is hated by most of his own people, and all over the streets you will see his pictures and the phrases criminal and killer written all over them, he is accused of multiple corruption cases, and being the prime minister he used his position to delay the trials as much as possible, he is using this war in his own personal benefits and the people who are supporting him in the government are known for being openly racist and called for a genocide without even trying to hide their intentions.

Israelis are protesting against the war and calling for a ceasefire so their loved ones would come back home through deals, but instead, the government decided to keep bombing gaza killing innocent people, including their own people, and it didn't stop their, today they started also to bomb Lebanon all over again also killing innocent people with no one attacking them.

No one wants for this war to continue, and yet no one is stopping it!! What kind of power do those people possess that they are committing all these crimes with the whole world watching?!!

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“For the moment I am really very, very tired of everything — more than tired.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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In the same universe

“It’s four am, I can still hear the ambulance sirens mixed with the explosion sounds, it’s been an hour and the screaming sounds are getting higher, there’s no electricity but the town is lit by the fire, my mother screamed at me to hide, but it’s a little hard when you’re living in a tent and being attacked by a missile.”

“It’s four am, we are having watermelon for Suhoor, I can hear the birds of the night and some cats in the distance, I cleaned the table and left the dishes to wash the next day. I prayed fajr then turned off the light, and while laying in bed heard my mother telling my brother to get some sleep before the night end. I woke up in the morning and read the news, and continued my day wondering what else can I do?”

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There is so much power in praying to Allah. The smallest thing could be on your mind, bugging you, hurting you, whatever it may be. It doesn't matter. Because Allah is listening and hears your silent thoughts. The feelings that you have that are buried deep in your heart, that you may not be able to articulate, Allah know of it. Make Dua and make Dua with your heart. There is so much power in talking to your Creator.

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Months passed without another visit, there is always an unreasonable excuse, it’s too late and really cold, there is no company and no car, I know you want to go but it’s just too far, maybe another time they tell her, it’s just a sea anyway, some water and waves they say, just wait and we can go another day.

She picks a little box from under the bed, seashells and rocks and memories were kept inside, she chose a big one and put it on her ear, and stayed very quiet and tried to hear, she believed the sounds of waves and breeze are saved inside the shell, they are preserved along with a little sand and the salty smell.

No, it’s not just a sea, it’s a place where she could be lost and found, a place that keeps her secrets safe, and just lets her soul wander around, a place where she would rather be, but months passed and whenever she says, I want to go to the sea, she wishes for someone to just tell her, okay go grab the keys.

The breeze seemed different somehow, she couldn't smell the solt in the air, didn't feel it on her skin, it was quiet, not the raging spirit she remembers, "is it further than before? why does it look so far away?" she thought.

It was right there in front of her, but something felt wrong, it didn't welcome her like always, she couldn't see it in months, but it wouldn't forget her, they were friends, connected by so many things, then why is it acting like she is a stranger?

she stepped forward, closing the distance, and it approched her shyly, slowly, until finally it reached her naked toes, it didn't forget her, never will, but the days has passed, and the tides has turned and changed, like she did.

she is the one who is different, she is the one who grew, and the sea kept waiting for her to return, the little girl the sea knew.

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"You can support and donate any amount you want. Your contribution, no matter how small, has the potential to make a big difference."

Seeds of humanity

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Ramadan Mubarak !!! 🌙

It’s officially declared that tomorrow is the first day of Ramadan, may Allah make it a peaceful month and accept our prayers. It’s a month to start new, an opportunity to repent from our past sins and ask Allah for forgiveness and make as much good deeds as we can.

May Allah grant you all you wished for, and bliss you with the best of days. ❤️ 🌙

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Your first choice

Something came to my mind today, this idea of being someone’s favorite person, or the first choice, it’s a nice thing, I think everyone would like to be in this position and I’m the first one of all. But then I tried to think of who my favorite person is, who would be my first choice, and I honestly couldn’t choose.

You know when you get asked, if the three people you love most in the world are in trouble and you can only help one, who would you choose? And questions like that, I play all the scenarios in my head trying to figure out how to save them all, I can’t choose a favorite person among all the people I love. Of course I would choose my friend when I want someone to encourage me, and I would choose my mother when I want someone to hug, and I would choose to play with my little cousin when I want to leave all my stress behind. Without a second thought I would choose my father if I needed help with technical things, and I would choose my brother to talk about cars.

If I can’t choose a favorite person then who am I to require this from others? Then it came to me that I don’t want to be their first choice, I want them to have so many people that they love until they can’t choose, I want those people that I love truly to be surrounded with too much love, that if someday something happened and I’m not there for them anymore, they will still have others to get them through it, they will have another favorite people to care about them as much as I did and more.

So no I don’t want to be your favorite person, I don’t want to be your first choice, I just want to be among those who you love and care about, I want to be one of many people that you go to when you want someone to talk to, and I don’t even care if I’m your last choice, I would be grateful that you have a family and friends and colleagues who care about you and who you can confide in, I would love you to the point where I’m willing to be selfless when all I want is to be selfish and have you all for myself.

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“Whatever happens, stay alive.

Don't die before you're dead.

Don't lose yourself, don't lose hope, don't loose direction. Stay alive, with yourself, with every cell of your body, with every fiber of your skin.

Stay alive, learn, study, think, read, build, invent, create, speak, write, dream, design.

Stay alive, stay alive inside you, stay alive also outside, fill yourself with colors of the world, fill yourself with peace, fill yourself with hope.

Stay alive with joy.

There is only one thing you should not waste in life,

and that's life itself..."

~ Virginia Woolf

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One thing I notice is that on videos where they're ranting about how Muslim women are oppressed, the op is always white, American and apparently knows only about Afghanistan.

"Can you list the Islamic countries where this happens?"

"Afghanistan."

"..."

"..."

"And-?"

"Well it happens in Afghanistan and clearly that speaks for every Muslim women!"

⬆️This, my friends, is something of a conversation I have actually seen. If you can't do your research than how can you make any claims?

Let me tell you something about me. I come from a culture that is so obviously there to favor males it is unbelievable. Fortunately this is something my family goes very much against, but of course it's still there in the family and of course I see it freaking around me.

Now I have studied Islam my entire life, finished the Quran, and have learned most of the Prophets lives, you wanna know what I didn't find in there? Women being oppressed.

Muslim women are allowed abortion if done within 4 months, can kill their rapists, go to school, and work. The people I look the most up to in the stories of Islam are women. Examples?

Khadijah(RA) was a business owner, equivalent to a CEO in that time.

Nusaybah bint Ka'ab(RA) was a warrior.

Aishah(RA) was a scholar.

I've read about women going to war in the time of the Holy Prophet(SAW) to avenge their sons, husbands and fathers.

Mothers, mothers are quite literally one of the most important peoples in Islam. This is something I have literally grown up being taught, again and again and again.

There are surahs that speak constantly of how you can't disrespect a woman, how they are allowed to do as they please.

And hijabs? Yeah they're mandatory, but they can't be forced on you. I still don't wear a hijab most of the time, my mother doesn't sometimes, same goes for several other women in my family.

Speaking of my family, most of female cousins have jobs, good ones at that. Ones a doctor, another's a movie director, several of them are in university and have internships. My oldest cousin still isn't married either, and she isn't in a rush.

Islam takes women so unbelievably seriously and cherishes them so much it is actually remarkable.

Wanna know where all these teachings aren't taken seriously or ignored all together? My culture.

Misogyny isn't in religion. It is in culture.

Next time you decide to hate on something, especially something like a religion, than do your research.

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“Truth” or dare

How about we play a game

Ask me a question

And I’ll give you a dare

I might tell you the truth

I might say a lie

But you can’t backdown

If I dare you to fly

It’s not fair

But a dare is a dare

And you can’t pretend

That you shaved your hair

You can’t fake playing chess

If I ever dared you to play

But if you asked me

How was your day?

What proves to you that it was really okay?

If you ask me about something that I miss

And I tell you my past mess

Would you believe me or detect a lie

Or would you just take a guess?

But seriously let’s play a game

I’ll ask you a question

You give me a dare

And the rules change every turn

If today was your last day

A few hours and you’ll pass away

What’s your biggest regret

Something you didn’t do or say?

You can reply with a truth or a lie

Now give me a reasonable dare to try

And remember

I’m a normal human who can’t really fly

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It's interesting how effective it is, this power that they possess.

Just within seconds, and using only words, they can turn you into a nothing.

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My wise friend here is right. In the end, it comes back to the kind of pain we are ready to go through. If it won't give you the joy and satisfaction that makes you forget about it, then why bother. Success indeed has many definitions, and every person chooses his own.

Living in the moment doesn't prevent people from planning their future, but as a wise cartoon character once said, yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift that's why it's called present.

While planning for a better life, we mustn't forget to live.

LIVE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING

In our daily lives, we often find ourselves conforming to societal rules and expectations, sometimes at the expense of our own happiness and individuality. This can lead to feelings of dissatisfaction and unease.

But what if we chose a different path? Just as we adapt to societal norms, we also have the freedom to embrace our own desires and passions. The beautiful truth is that we always have choices; it's just that we often take the easier route.

Imagine living with the mindset of embracing every moment as if no one is watching. You’ve likely heard the phrase, “Dance like nobody is watching.” Let’s extend that joyful spirit to every aspect of our lives!

Express yourself through your clothing without fear of judgment. Choose meals that bring you joy and satisfy your cravings. Strut down the street with confidence, as if the entire world is eager to experience your presence. Share your thoughts openly, dive into books that ignite your passion, and absorb knowledge with enthusiasm.

Travel to new places with an open heart and a sense of awe. Allow your creativity to flourish without hesitation. Celebrate your unique ideas, beliefs, and quirks—these are what truly make you, YOU!

Adopting this empowering mindset can completely transform your approach to life, allowing you to live boldly and vibrantly. So, take charge—own your life! Prioritize your mental well-being and approach each day as if you’re the star of your own show. You possess the power to create a fulfilling and joyful existence—embrace it!

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The sky is getting darker, the lamp in my room shines brighter, and the clock is ticking, reminding me of my wasted time.

Sheets are spread on the desk, a stack of flashcards, and a single black pen waiting to be held. But instead of holding it, I grab my phone and go through the missed texts, scroll through the media, and read some more of the harsh news.

I hear the whispers of ticking, screaming at me to at least try, but I hush them down and keep ignoring their cries.

I make up excuses for the lost hours and days, "I am tired," I tell myself, another lame thing to say. Tired from what exactly? From a game you preferred to play? From watching YouTube videos? Or the break that took all day?

No, I'm tired of the heavy thoughts, the noise, and the mess, I'm tired of trying to catch up and thinking about the things I will miss. I'm tired of looking at my stack of books, wishing I could read them all, I'm tired of sitting all my day in the studying hall. I'm tired of squeezing everything in the day to fit, but mostly, I'm tired of all the stacked regrets.