Alive No More!

As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don't remember. But, well!  How does 'Sad' really feel like? Is 'old' really 'sad'? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don't feel... Continue Reading →

Secrets of My Diary: #12. ~My MoMDaD~

There is no Replacement of 'em! Everything; almost everything has got a replacement somewhere down the stall. But, the sweetest desires of love are never to befall. Resistance from them is the shortcut to paradise hereafter. For it lies in the dark, and Allah knows better. _Saiz

Secrets of My Diary: #3. Satisfaction is bliss!

The reason no one has ever established satisfaction in their lives is that it's a never-ending sumptuous desire. Whims mostly are never comprehensible. And one should believe that being satisfied is a state that should be evaluated upon self-assurance. But, we are the victims of our own egotism eventually. There's a point in saying that... Continue Reading →

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