boushwrites

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وَيَا يَاسَمِينُ خُلِقْتُ خَجُولاً

سِوَى فِي اْثْنَتَينِ الهَوَى والغَضَبْ

وَلَمْ أَكْتُبِ الشِّعْرَ فِيكِ وَلكِنْ

أَحَبَّكِ مِنْ نَفْسِهِ فَانْكَتَبْ..

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You need to get wounded, cut open, for the light to enter your depths and reach your very soul.

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ضلالاً لهذا الموت، من ظن نفسهُ؟

ومنذُ متى يخشى المنايا مُريدُه��؟

فوالله إن متنا وعشنا، ولم تكن

على ما أردناها المنايا، نُعيدُها

ونستعْرضُ الأعمارَ خيلاً أمامنا

فلا نعتلي إلا التي نستجيدُها

كتقليبِ ثوبٍ مِن ثيابٍ كثيرةٍ

قديمُ المنايا عِندَنا وجديدُها

إلى أن نرى موتاً يليقُ بمِثلِنا

لينشأ من موتِ الكرامِ خلودُها

تميم البرغوثي

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I don’t face them.

I don’t fight.

Not with fists. Not with swords.

My demons don’t need slaying

they need distance.

So I run,

barefoot,

chasing the horizon,

running toward myself.

They chase, relentless.

I move faster.

Let the bold stand and burn in their wars.

Let the brave lift their swords.

I was made to outrun storms,

to leave my demons gasping in the dust.

Maybe one day they'll catch me

they'll find only ash,

a heartbeat still pounding,

but no soul ever to claim.

SB ♡

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Two weeks ago, I lost my notebook. 📖

The one with almost everything I ever wrote poems, drafts, unfinished thoughts that only ever made sense to me. I left it in a very public place.

Then, before I even realized it was gone, I got a call from a guy who found it.

Here’s the strange part: I don’t remember ever writing my phone number in it. Not on the cover, not on the first page.

Maybe I scribbled it in one of those old dumb, unsent letters. I’m still not sure. (I haven’t gotten it back yet)

I never imagined anyone else reading those words, EVER. They weren’t meant for anyone to see but me.

But that’s what stuck with me the fact that I don’t even remember leaving my number.

Maybe I wrote it without thinking. Or maybe I wrote it for this exact moment for that notebook to fall into the right hands, not just anyone’s, so it could find its way back to me.

Maybe I was never meant to lose it at all in the first place.

That was the most quietly reflective thing that’s happened to me in a long time.

divine accidents.

More writings of my own on my basic cute website 👇🏻

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What are you obsessed with lately?

HAHA I do not "obsess" in general but I've been really enjoying some new stuffs the past months like

Obviously writing.

mandala colouring books.

I'm reading the song of Achilles currently ( i might obsess tho it's too good).

Watching different tv shows and catching up on some movie classics I've missed sometimes.

Learning coding and website creation.

Hitting the gym, mainly getting that 🍑 in shape 😂

And that is pretty much it

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Do you think of writing a book? Ever ? You're good at this

Thanks for your support buddy it means a lot♡

I did think about this tbh, like short stories, romantic, dramatic, but I don't think I'm good enough, I can write, but i dont know how to keep going ? Are there some online courses on how to write stories?

I lack some creativity and imagination in my opinion.

And where would I post such content ? Obviously not on tumblr.

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U seem like a deep person who experienced a lot what is a lesson that u learned ?

Thats a deep question and ANON ?

I don't consider myself a deep person, Im human, and all of us are deep and layered.

I did experience a lot, and to say, a lesson? I can write a book of lessons, I am not even the same person I was years ago. But I'll say this because it might be an advice for someone in need to hear it now :

Love sometimes goes out of control and turns into a battlefield, which means both sides walk away with scars, never just one, never.

Id say I gave even more of what i actually had, I sacrificed, I carried weight that was never meant to be mine at least not alone. And I lost myself honestly. And for what? For my pain to be invisible, For my suffering and sacrifices to be taken as just collateral damage? No.

I learned that love shouldn’t come at the cost of myself. No matter how deeply I care, I also deserve to be cared for in return. That I don’t have to prove my pain for it to be real

And now, for the first time in a long time, I’m the one deciding where my story goes next, I was deprived of this power for years now.

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مرتبطه؟

YESSS, with Andrew Garfield, we were too scared this would break the internet, but here we go!

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Nice blog

Thank you ! ♡

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Ĥello

I am mai from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them.

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost

Please help me even with a donation of $10 to save my familyhttps:https://chuffed.org/project/122477-help-nour-and-her-family-rebuild-their-life-after-war

I hope anybody who can help will reach out to you my dear ♡

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Glad I came across this blog

Thank you, it means a lot ♡

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Hey lovely, just stumbled upon your blog and your writing is soft and deeply and profoundly resonated. Thank you for existing, for persevering and for sharing pieces of yourself.

💐

I appreciate this a lot. I joined this platform so i can post my writings for anyone who needs to feel a little less alone and for myself mostly.

Thank you for your kindness, for holding my words with care, for seeing me between the lines, not everyone does. it reminds me why I keep sharing pieces of myself.

♡

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Spirituality has always been my anchor, my constant through time. It grounds me when I feel unsteady, slows me when I rush, and brings me back when I lose my way. It reshapes my vision when I’m too focused on the details, soothes my soul when it feels lost, and fills me with faith that everything good or bad is unfolding in my favour, always. Even if my limited perspective can't grasp it now, one day, I will see the bigger picture and find peace in it.

And then, there is faith my unwavering faith, the divine force that never lets me lose myself, no matter what. The positive voice in my head that catches me before I fall into my own darkness every single time. It saves me, nourishes my soul with strength, and reminds me: Boushra, whatever happens is always in your favor. Every event in these 26 years, every missed opportunity, every closed door, every failure, it all belonged exactly where it did. What was meant for you found you, even that tiny needle's stitch, and what wasn’t never could, rest.

Faith reassures me that no different choice would have rewritten my fate. Every decision right or wrong, good or bad, was the best I could make in that moment, with the mindset, the state, emotions, and circumstances I had at the time. I see things differently now because I am a different person now. The person I am today sees clearer, understands more, chooses better, and carries forward the wisdom of every single experience, I wouldn't be the woman that is admired by those around her today, without it all.

And so, faith and spirituality remain my anchors. They keep me standing, unashamed, with no regrets at all, only pride in the journey that has shaped me because I acknowledge the role of everything in shaping me.

This is how I'm winning my battle with overthinking and so, the resulting anxiety.

I always wanted to transmit this spirituality to people I care about, to help them see the peace and certainty it brings. To show them that even in the most painful moments, there is meaning, there is guidance, and there is always something greater at work. But faith is a journey one must take on their own, in their own time. All I can do is embody this blessing and trust that whoever is meant to understand and find it will.

SB ♡

Credits of the personal text and picture of my lovely algiers to me.

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I STARTED WRITING IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE

Sharing my website 👇🏻 that I built from scratch ON MY OWN (with a little help ofc, thank YOU!!).

Why this website? Because some of my writings deserve better than being buried at the bottom of a blog. They deserve a home archived, cherished, and easily accessible. ♡

Still developing, refining it and adding more of my writings there with time ♡

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https://justboush.github.io/boushwrites/

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"Two people who love each other continue to resemble one another, to the point where an observer might think they share a blood bond, unaware that God has tied them with a strong bond of love."

Intertwined souls, a connection seen by all, felt by two.