noor.

Mesmerised,

I walked into the mughal wonders.

My feet ached, begging to return to the comforts of my hotel but the heart ached, begging to take in more of what lahore had to offer. This city was unlike anything I had ever seen, from the lush gardens to the minute artistic details in every nook of the city - it was a sight to behold. As my eyes scanned the historic sprawl before me, a smile made its way to my face and I couldn’t help but say :

“Lahore lahore hai!”

I feel everything very deeply, yet I am still empty.

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به دل خسته بگوئید خداوندى هست

Tell a tired heart that there is God.

soft and easy September days had arrived. evening came early, but the air remained warm and calm.

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

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where I come from

the men learn to speak to women using everything

but their tongues.

where I come from,

women learn how to whisper.

so, I will give birth to sons and teach them to speak in flowers instead of fireworks.

and I will give birth to daughters with blades where their tongues should be.

where I come from must not come from me.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.