Burnless impressions

                         Our problems are like those impressions on our legs when we sit in the same position                          for a longer time, they look permanent though eventually they disappear not causing any                          permanent harm or injury but what about the permanent burns that other people in the world are getting which only become more severe and severe with time

Fighter

Why do we sometimes lose the winning battle? Because we settle down and shut down our weapons, thinking it is over, we have won while we forget that it will never be over. Everyday either you win or lose. A moment of leisure will become the decade of humiliation. Never settle down, be a fighter, fighting his way to the top.

Part of me

I was dazzled to see the human part of me. How when it slipped, my hands struggled hard to make it stay. I never decided that but my human, materialistic part did. So would I ever deserve to be blamed? So, am not to be held accountable for a thing? No. Not always do we do things unconsciously, other times we are making choices, leading or misleading us. We are what we decide of us to become. There's no such thing as luck or destiny. They do take us to places, or even put us in situations but we are the ones always deciding to do or not to do. We have to wipe the shady blinds off of our eyes to acknowledge that our life is in our hands and it is and always have been a matter of our passion and enthusiasm and never any other factor. It is always us who are deciding what life we want to live and what accomplishments we want in our life.

Suicidal

 She stood there with bandages, wounds and scars. All said she didn’t tell she was going to die. She stood there with her hand hanging up, she thought someone would notice she was giving up on her own. After she killed herself, they claimed she committed suicide out of nowhere. They were lying, didn’t have the words to admit that they were blind while she was right there showing that she had given up and she was not afraid to kill herself to find peace. She was dead inside but they only saw her not eating food. She was there planning her own death while they laughed and ate. They claimed she would have had personal problems while not knowing someone made her life so hopeless that to live a calm life she had to take one. Though she took her life but she took the revenge on all of them. She removed all the scars and hurtful signs, then she hung herself to finally portray the hopelessness that she had been living throughout the reign. She lived her pride though by dying but she never repeated the signs she showed them all.

Maps

What ifs take us down, our map for life was pretty mapped out by people around us but when we were given the sketch book to draw our own map, we kind of broke our pencils and just never found the courage of touching them again, we got lost, forced maps made by us, we started walking down them. we knew we were moving forward in life, we were breathing, feeling and still happy or sad with life but the determination, the assurity we lacked, we lacked the confidence in our souls, we realized how fragile we have been all this while yet portraying the fake strengths we ride.

Be graceful

Our generation apparently has everything healthy and where they seem to be socially connected, they are mentally disturbed and isolated, why is that so? Why after every blessing, every healthy body part, everything still intact do we still feel as if our life could be a lot better and we just aren’t contented. Our generation has everything, but they still find things to be sad about, to grieve over, to just be alone and feel bad about their selves. It is all because WE think that we could have had a lot better than what we have, a prettier face, a better life, and better anything. We are in the depths of being ungrateful. We have made idols that we worship everyday yet we claim that one lord we praise. We are an independent unit in a dependent network of people in our lives yet we are so fierce and mean that only independence is what we see and misuse. How can we be so sure of what we are doing? Where is the measuring scale of right and wrong? How can we answer ourselves at night, on the couch that what we did or said was right or wrong? What about the people below us? What about people who are still getting through everyday just to find something to eat, to live in a place where they have exactly nothing and no one? Is it that our ungratefulness have decayed us? Or maybe we all lack the capability to be graceful enough to thank the blessings we have in our lives. Being contented with present would surely get our generation out of this unreal pool of sadness we have surrounded ourselves with.

PS

It wasn't about the natural inclination that we had
It was that she loved me and accepted me when no one did
She was fighting to be seen with me while others cropped me out
It was all her that we had covered such a long voyage in just no time
If it had been me, i know we would have been so far apart 
It was all about her, just that one person trying so hard to make me stay
But that didn't define the nonexistence of my interest
It was always there, too shy to just show itself.
PS: Irum you wanted me to write something for you for so long, so here it is :") 

Wrong engagement

I tried to engage myself to people again but a piece, a big one, was constantly melting away the thought of being happy. I wasn't happy it was just a label i gave to my engagement. But illusions and the world are so much of a synonym that i sometimes illus-ionize the world and forget that reality is ugly, it has no heart, it is give and take on strict scale. Why is it too difficult to forget the taste of Allah's love? Once you have tasted the real, the very purest of Allah's love, you just can't escape it, no matter how much lies you tell yourselves. No other engagement is then engaging, it is just you and Allah.

{For when Iman is in his heart, no evil could occupy the same space}

Rarity of heart

Being passionate and a perfectionist was always difficult. She knew it was maybe that she never found her happy ending, she never gave her thoughts a priority, always keeping herself busy, giving excuses how it was all fake and toxic for her heart ,and she was always busy with living others dreams, she knew it was making others happy but what about her heart? What about it? Asked the girl in the blue scarf. “It has never loved yet know how to thump at the gaze of lovely love, it was never allowed to go out in the gardens of various doves, it kept quiet, was sorrowful, waiting for the perfect time, didn’t know that it’s passion and perfection was too bright for this world to see, so it stopped shining, it went into those shades that hides a thing underneath as if it doesn’t exist. Many people came and unknowingly stabbed, kicked and hurt it in the shadows but it knew, it just knew that one day, one fine day it will beat again, feel those longed thumps that it has waited for but hurt is not all that it got, there were blessed things that not mingling with every other dove gave her, the heart possessed purity, it had that rarity that everyone wished for, but she knew, she knew that her heart belonged to someone, she never yet met.” Said she.

Being adult

In adult life, It doesn’t matter how dirty, less faithful or messed up others past or even present is, only people who are sweet, respecting enough and friendly enough to make us smile and just show a mere care are enough for us to care and adore back. Adult life is really a mess where you’re never sure if you’re doing the right thing, with the right people, for the right purpose, you just do and risk it all out, learning if failed and earning if succeeded. I always thought that life was cruel to those who did wrong to others and themselves and those were misery less who didn’t while justice of Allah was right in front of me but in adult life I saw people successfully making their way up, though their deed stank worse than died crow but you know what justice of Allah is still there. It’s just now that it is hidden, now it is solely b/w Allah and the people. Allah now not only free us but see quietly too that who is even after that open rope going to come back  to Him, want from Him and who is fleeing away from Him, disgracing His blessings in all the ways possible. Being an adult doesn’t mean you get to talk dirty openly, not even thinking twice what crap you’re spilling out, being an adult doesn’t mean you get to touch women bodies, NO. It is about being more sensible, not only just seeing your choices but others too and accepting and respecting them. It is about caging the wild sensations ready to just free themselves from the ropes and do something that after doing, you regret. Stains of temptations aren’t visible but they last a life time. Controlling temptations maybe really difficult and only strong willed and focused person can do, fighting everything inside of him when everyone is doing it but those who are following their temptations are the weakest, they are not even for a second doing anything brave or something to be labeled as love or true feelings, they are playing with others and themselves as well. They just don’t understand their life and bad choices aren’t just affecting them, if it did it wouldn’t have mattered that much but it doesn’t work like that, people connected to him gets affected, in every way. And that’s why instead of being selfish in their decisions and actions they need to take a deep breath and think wisely for a second that what is their action actually going to do?

Love

Love is never about molding others and only loving the already lovely features of others but it is about dealing and living with imperfections that maybe darker than their skin color, their bright faces and their words. Love is never about picking up all the good traits and leaving the bad right there, no it isn’t love, it is as if you pick and shop various stuff from market, leaving the already open, messed up things on the rack. Humans are not things, Humans breath, they live, they have a pumping heart, that sometimes ache because of your false pickings, your unreal expectations. You shouldn’t just scatter your wants all over the place while not even bothering a single thing about the other one. It isn’t love, it is called being satisfied with yourself and being overly self-obsessed while knowing you have someone who is less adorable, less smart, just less something from you. You satisfy your superiority need that’s all you’re doing, it isn’t love, It isn’t