#writer's of pakistan

[sadiahakim]

You are worried about losing people but what about your own self? Have you ever considered it a loss to be lost in avoidance of losing others? You haven't! Have you?

Sadia Hakim 🦋

[blueacademiablog]

Someone come with me to a foreign city and explore museums and cafés and local thrift shops.

[maihonhassan]

i love 𝐔𝐫𝐝𝐮 because instead of saying "My schedule is swamped" you say "Kuch kaam hain apni marzi ke, kuch kaam faqat majboori hain, phir waqt bohat hi thora hai aur saare kaam zaroori hain."

[kafi-farigh-yusra]

Tonight, if you sit down tonight to make a list of the people who didn't live up to your expectations, there will be a lot of names: friends who gave up on you in crucial times, weren't too kind when you needed only a little kindness to make through, were a little cold when you were craving for warmth, even if only in words. But, I also want you to write of all the times you surprised yourself. When you still managed to be kind to undeserving people, when you still used words, which mask true emotions, when you looked so calm even when everything was falling apart. When you found in your heart to forgive everyone, indiscriminately.

Tonight, I want you to remember all the times when in this indefinite world you made an island for yourself. Because there are nights when you are all you have.

Jasir Shahbaz

[crengarrion]

few things are as touching as the appreciation hardworking, heartfelt, passionate, dedicated young people express when you support them. sometimes this appreciation is shown by those young people sending you unedited footage of their professional wrestling ambulance matches and it fucking rules.

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head.

[text id: they say you set the bar too high, i know, i am the who’s climbing it.]

[hanamal1k]

How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk

[muskaanayesha]

There is no distance between us, like the small alleyways of the Walled City of Lahore. And when you smile, you are the architecture of old Delhi coming to life. I am a fortress, and you are the Palace of Mirrors. Looking up to you is like cold mornings and tea in clay cups. You smile like eagles flying above a Mosque while the sun sets. You speak the language of poetry, and I sit in the sun admiring it. You are the feeling of running to catch a train, and trucks painted in every color of your soul. I am a voyager and you are my homeland.

Twenty-One Going on Sixteen.

[sadiahakim]

We all want to live and relive the moments that make us feel connected; to nature, to ourselves, to others.

Sadia Hakim ©️

[blueacademiablog]

“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”

- Nikita Gill

[maihonhassan]

When Maulana Tariq Jameel said;

“Zameen tumhara kuch nahi bigaar sakti agar tumhara asmaan se taaluq mazboot ho.”

I felt that !

[syedqumail]

Let someone be the Son of Mary (Jesus), Let someone cure me of my sorrow/grief.

-Mirza Ghalib

This couplet by Mirza Ghalib refers to Prophet Jesus which expresses a sentiment that someone like Jesus should come and cure his sorrows. He often used classical references in his poetry. Here (IbnMaryam) refers to the (Son of Holy Marry ) which is the surname (kunniyat) used for Prophet Jesus in Islamic tradition.

Mirza Ghalib's couplet expresses a strong desire for a person with spiritual or healing abilities, like Prophet Jesus , who could help ease the poet's suffering and bring comfort to their life.

[okaywhatabouthades]

For those taking a NEUTRAL stance.

If you're neutral because you don't know enough than do your research!

[scribblesbyavi]

We always wonder what would have been different if partition never happened between India and Pakistan. Well I’ve not visited that timeline but definitely there would have been more collaboration between artists, more good music and great art. And you know? It was finally happening until the ban. When I look back and even now, most of my favourite singers and lyricists are from Pakistan. Why is it how it is? Boundaries were created by men who were in power in the past. May be it was necessary then, may be not. May be they will always stay but I believe art knows no boundaries. Nothing should be able to stop the creation and influence of art. Art is above communal clash and politics. Or are they trying to do this because art is the only thing that can bring two nations and its people closer and then they might not have anything left to create hatred, fake narratives and agendas to run their campaigns and strategize dirty politics?

[kihc-zya]

I am lost here,

In this land i call home.

My feet burn and blister from the sand they walk over;

My mouth twinges and stings from the air it swallows;

My body spasms and twitches from the heat it withstands,

And I realise once more:

I was not made for this.

For where is the subtle brush of grass that should greet my every step?

Where is the smoke my lungs were made to breath?

Where are the monsoons that should shower my skin?

Where are they?

I am growing desperate, now.

Each day a new petal falls off me,

A thorn growing in its place,

And I find I am more cactus than jasmine today.