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Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

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You’re fiction to me.

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مُذنِب

Umm ar-Rubayyi’ bin Khuthaim was very worried about her son.

She rarely saw him sleep, because after the hardships of the day, he spent his nights worshipping God.

She pleaded with him one day: My son, won’t you sleep?

He replied: My mother, when it’s nighttime, and when a person fears that sudden death will overtake him (like it always can), then it isn’t right for him to sleep.

Umm ar-Rubayyi’ soon became afraid when she noticed that her son cried a lot during the night.

She feared that his tears were prompted by feelings of guilt for some wicked crime he committed.

She said: Oh my son, maybe you killed someone?

He answered: Yes.

She asked: Who is he? We’ll go to his family, and (hopefully) they’ll forgive you; surely they’ll pity you when they find out how much you cry every night.

He answered: My mother, it’s myself [who I killed through constantly sinning]!

Source: Sifat as-Safwah (v. 3, pp. 39-40)

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...there is a gulf between you and other men, and my most painful torture, I can tell you, is to make comparisons. There is no one in the world your equal; there is nothing that resembles you.

Alexandre Dumas, from 'The Count of Monte Cristo', tr. Robin Buss

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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood ".

George Orwell, 1984

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-William Wordsworth

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Kisi ke galtiyon ko benaqab na karo

Khuda betha hai tum hissab na karo

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Ek jaata hai to dosra aata hai, dukh bhai dukh

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Rait par likh kar mera naam mitaya na karo, Ankhain sach bolti hain, pyaar chupaya na karo.

Log har baat ka afsaana bana letay hain, Sab ko Rudaad-e-Gham-e-Ishq sunaya na karo.

Yeh zaroori nahi har shaks maseeha ho, Pyar kay zakham amanat hain dikhaya na karo.

Shehar-e-Ehsaas mein pathrao bohut hai ‘Mohsin’, Dil ko sheeshe kay jharokon mein sajaaya na karo.

Mohsin Naqvi - محسن نقوی

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That solace as once breathed among us, Whether you care recalling or do not…

That promise, yes, of following thus, Whether you care recalling or do not…

Those amenities showered on me before, All comforts on my state that you pour,

I do recollect all even if as a fragment...Whether you care recalling or do not

Those rants crisp, complains afresh,Those captivating bits of guidance,

That being irked at each thought,Whether you care recalling or do not…

At times coming one to one in gathering among all,though lips sealed, yet gaze delivering it all,

Those gestures revealing desires a lot, Whether you care recalling or do not…

Had ever anything happened as, something that lead you to a distress,

Before even revealing, forgetting it all,Whether you care recalling or do not…

Once did exist a passion between us,Once there was a compassion between us

Once we’re too acquainted with what other sought, Whether you care recalling or do not…

One who you did count among the cordial, One who you did count among the sincere…

I am one – a very love-sworn mascot, Whether you care recalling or do not…

—Momin Khan Momin

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- Meena Kumari, Kaajal (1965).

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#meenakumari #kaajal #oldbollywood #cinema

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Peter Edward Mackenzie Brown (is a British Impressionist painter, born 1967)

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Life was not worthless(like ash) but I have spent it thinking it is worthless

How could I have described the hardships I suffered trying to get to you(life)?

The day passed away in the wake of someone's reminiscence

When Evening came it was spent in showing me some dreams

Life was spent in wanting good times

The time was such that I passed away bearing with your whims

Life is the name out there for some intoxication

And from far away there, it was spent in hoping for one wish

The spaces of my heart often get startled

Who’s voice was this? Who was it spent in calling?

-Naseer Turabi