If I could rewrite yesterday, you'd find wisdom in each misstep, cherish fleeting moments, embrace change like a gentle breeze, and dance onward.
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If I could rewrite yesterday, you'd find wisdom in each misstep, cherish fleeting moments, embrace change like a gentle breeze, and dance onward.

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The start of Surah Maryam always gets me. You see Zakariya in this vulnerable moment where he’s mentioning how old age has gotten to him & his wife. Yet he prays that he receives a child as he would like a heir. His prayers answered with the glad tidings of a son, Yahya (John). Despite his prayer being accepted, he expressed doubt as he’s aware of his physical limitations. “An angel replied, “So will it be! Your Lord says, ‘It is easy for Me, just as I created you before, when you were nothing!’” It always makes me feel hopeful despite our ability to see our limitations in this life, and how divine intervention creates a path where we see doubt. Truly something, you know. #sabr #shukr #tawakkul #hersparklingqalb #herblackveil #islamicreminder #inspirationalquotes #motivationalspeaker #instawriters #writefromtheheart #writerscommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CPzjgjFBk9c/?utm_medium=tumblr
We would lie about us being together forever, walk on a hopeless string for eternity.
For sewing dreams of us living happily ever after is better than longing for you to hold me. It's better for us to hope that someday, we'll meet again. Maybe we won't. But a little selfish hope is better than knowing that our paths will never cross again.
I have left some parts of mine with you, I'm sure you did too and you'll try to live those parts in someone else. But you won't be able to, because those pieces of you are just for me and I'll keep them in every heartbeat of mine till death consumes me.
And when it does, I'll tell the stars and the moon about how much I loved you, even if I never got to say it to you.
And I hope, when I silently whisper into nothingness that my heart belongs to you, I hope it reaches you...
~Letters I couldn't send to my lover.
She said she was fine. Lies.
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In the garden of growth, I am both seed and soil, nurturing my dreams like tender roots seeking light through layers of life’s shadowed soil.

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How do we make friends if we're not supposed to talk to strangers?
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Discover the Art of Intuitive Storytelling and learn how to let spirit speak, guiding words and narratives with heart and wisdom.
Have you ever found yourself writing or telling a story and felt something shift, like the words were coming from somewhere deeper than your mind?
That’s what “The Art of Intuitive Storytelling” beautifully explores — that magical space where intuition guides creativity, and stories begin to flow straight from the heart.
It’s a wonderful reminder to trust your inner voice, to let your emotions and memories shape your words, and to create not just from thought, but from feeling. Whether you’re a writer, a creative, or someone who simply loves meaningful stories, this piece will inspire you to reconnect with your own creative spirit.
Writing for me is a therapy.
Ever since, I love writing than reading. This is the only platform I know where I can express and narrate everything about my feelings, emotions, complaints, dreams, grudges…EVERYTHING where I will NEVER EVER BE JUDGED.
Writing allows my soul to heal, my heart to breathe, my body to calm, my mind to rest, my eyes to see deeper, my ears to listen more and most importantly, I to be myself.
I love to spend my ALONE TIME with my pen and paper. Writing gives me freedom. I don’t know, maybe my grammars are wrong sometimes, my sentences are incomplete and my spellings are wrong, but who cares? My paper wouldn’t mind. It won’t complain, instead, it wil LET YOU BE YOU. This is my world and I love it. It gives me life.