This life is temporary. So I am happy to let you go; because I'm planning to be with you in Jannah. I wrote it in my fable and went to bed. As I laid down and as it always happens I began with my out of the world creations.Things are so crazy and life is... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #15. ~You can’t be ordinary.~
Your time is precious. And the worst part is that you can't save it. And the best part is that you can't spend it. So stop now. Drop your time in solitude. Think about the track your life is upon. Ask for His forgiveness. He's very forgiving. He's our creator. He's the giver. And He's... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #14. ~I feel like~
I feel saturated a lot of times as of now. It's not that I'm short of words but, the same old words, same old people, same old situations leave me no where but exhausted. I feel like I'm limited now. I can't explore myself to new ideas. I feel like giving up. I'm worried. I... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #13. ~Allah is there, when no one is!~
When you realize that there are a lot of people who are a lot smarter than you; a lot more skillful than you; a lot better-looking than you; a lot more intelligent than you; a lot more impressive than you, and who are having a lot better English than you; Then the most beautiful feeling... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #10. ~Remember Me~
It's better late than never happened before! Get ready for the day of resurrection and prepare yourself to face Allah Sub'han Awata'ala. Start with asking forgiveness from Him. He is Al_Ghafoor, The Perfectly Forgiving. He will surely forgive. The next step is not to miss your Salah. That will pave your way to Islah. Learn... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #9. ~It’s IMpossible~
It's impossible after a certain point to get back to the old style of thinking or the old ways of blinking. You can never be the same person again because it was never all of a sudden change; and a sudden change is always temporary. Well I believe that, if not you! The past might... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #8. ~I Still Care~d
I once cared. I once cared about my hankie being of adequate dimensions to gradually fit in my trouser's right scoop with a little portion of it tilting outwards. I authentically used to iron it pressing hard upon every fold to reduce its thickness so that every time I'd take it out on a sneeze... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #7. ~In the end you have to just- believe~
Sometimes you just have to believe things. You can't just put a question mark onto it straight forward. If you wish to wait for a logical answer then wait until death. See, logically nothing is correct; because logically everything can be proved wrong. For instance- can you prove that the sun rises in the east?... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #6. ~Compassion~
The worst point in being sick is not that you are actually sick but that feeling which constantly haunts you for being worthless and being good for nothing; and that feeling of despair when you try to do the easiest of the things but you just can't do because you're so sick. What hurts so... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #30. ~Silence whispers~
Its been said a lot of times. Silence is a weapon. Some use it to destroy, disintegrate, defame, vilify, incarnate people and add any other qualifier to contemplate this fact. In simple words, there are a very few who use it to safeguard their modesty. The truth is not ought to be termed as a... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #29. ~Its not a love story~
My first advancement with words is not what uplifts my moments of deliberations, but that which touches your beauty, your style to an extent I just can't drain away from my mind. I often feel staid upon the feeling of love; but, surely not upon love on the whole. I had tried a lot to... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #28. You need someone. But, who?
There are people who deserve to be happy. There are people who are sad. There are people who lived and died. Everyone you meet in life is fighting a battle. Everyone has a story. Everyone thinks his/her story is the most prominent of all. Everyone is in fantasy. At times we just want to speak up!... Continue Reading →
Lucid Deliberations: #1. Is it you? I missed you.
Take a picture of your own or just look at the mirror! Done? Can you prove that it's you? Think again! No, you can't. You just believe that it's you because you have no other choice. You know, it's good to be logical; but it's not too good to be reasonable. You just can't put... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #27. ~Getting back in time- Family Time~
That feeling when you are sitting among a few relatives of yours and they start to take you back in time when you were an year old or so and you get to know about the mischiefs you did, the affection, the love, the compassion you received and how you use to run down the... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #26. ~Who do you love? People? Or Yourself?~
That one thought that has always led me forward: "If you don't love me, somebody else will. If you don't care about me, somebody else will." And I'm never stopping doing anything. And I'm never doing anything to impress you. And I'm doing nothing that makes you jealous even. I'm what I always wanted to... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #25. ~I don’t miss the old you; but, the old me.~
No matter how good a person may become. No matter how better he has changed into. No matter if he has the best of the paths of life to walk on. Some people are going to be there who just won't like him. They will always judge him for what he once was. That old... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #23. ~I choose: To Think Again~
Choosing between two rights is quite easy when you are lazy enough to extract one. And choosing between two wrongs is the hardest of life's protocol. But, choosing between the contrasts of right and wrong is humanity. Sometimes I wonder a lot. I don't care if I'm fathomed by my overt thinking. I just start... Continue Reading →
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