#healingwords

They told me strength is loud That it arrives with certainty With speeches and sharp edges But mine came differently It came tired It came unsure It came anyway

I learned endurance in small places In classrooms where my name was misread In mirrors that asked too many questions In nights where tomorrow felt negotiable

I am not made of grand victories I am made of moments I did not quit Of mornings I showed up unprepared And stayed longer than fear expected

Some days I move forward Not because I believe But because stopping feels heavier And I have learned the weight of staying still

I carry doubt like a second heartbeat Close, constant, inconvenient Yet proof that I am alive enough To wonder if I can become more

I am still learning what courage means It is not confidence It is choosing myself Even when I feel unfinished

If growth is slow Let it be honest If hope is fragile Let it be mine

سردیوں کی ایک ٹھنڈی شام تھی۔

وہ باہر تھا، تھکا ہوا، پریشان، دل بوجھل۔

فون آیا، ماں کی آواز تھی:

"بس یوں ہی دل گھبرا رہا تھا، سوچا تمہیں دعا دے دوں۔"

کال بند ہوئی — مگر دل ہلکا ہو گیا۔

ماں کی دعاؤں میں کوئی مخصوص وقت نہیں ہوتا،

وہ ہر گھڑی پہرہ دیتی ہیں۔

"Silent Prayer"

It was a cold winter evening.

He was out, exhausted, restless, his heart weighed down.

A call came in — it was his mother.

“I don’t know why, but my heart was uneasy,” she said.

“So I whispered a little prayer for you.”

The call ended.

But somehow, the weight lifted.

Because a mother’s prayers never wait for the right time —

they're always watching, always whispering.

__lafzon-ki-diary

"Sometimes, the Most Powerful Words Are the Ones We Almost Miss."

Torn edges. A hidden message. It doesn’t shout. It whispers. “Do what makes you happy.” Simple words — but how often do we actually listen to them?

This photo isn't just aesthetic, it's a reminder. To choose joy. To tear through the noise. To finally do the thing you've been putting off.

👉 https://urlhub.pro/7a558f

My mother My miracle mother My beautiful kind smart mother

Who held me in her womb, her arms, her heart Taught me to say please and thank you And I love you and I hate you

Now I go walking alone, driving alone With my thoughts and hers

I work so hard to leave her Day in and day out I pray I don't burden my miracle mother

Calm Outside, Storm Inside — Jesus Brings True Peace.

"To some, rivers are just flowing water, and forests only trees that stand.

They see mountains as heaps of stone, and deserts barely more than sand.

But nature does not bow to hearts gone blind —

It is deeper than the soul, older than the mind."

– from the collection *Zenith Beyond Oblivion*

Crossover Collection: *Zenith through Rhyme*