Aisha0078

asalaam alaikum Aisha. how are you

a small token of kindness [25th june 2022] 
          
          maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
          past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles. 
          daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters. 
          murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
          what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother. 
          build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky. 
          fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives. 
          
          as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert. 
          hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain. 
          winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young. 
          petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt. 
          how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving. 
          words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues. 
          how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
          they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [16th june 2022] 
          
          meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain. 
          soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring. 
          sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures? 
          hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones. 
          filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer. 
          
          part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles. 
          lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus. 
          place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins. 
          saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom. 
          berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
          fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans. 
          what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh. 
          
          [kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity] 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          

a small token of kindness 
          【12th june 2022】 
          
          the night has its shadows, blue and grey; masked in apple's seeds, agony bathed. 
          stand in the route, be miserly in calmness; there is a devil shrouded in an eye's fountains. 
          drift like a white whale, amidst memories; from aches of cure to cures of fantasies. 
          transcend life from that present on fingertips, linger near bones, where art is kismet. 
          hollowed oranges, skins like lotuses; what we wear, we often throw. 
          a poet's backbone, a shark's tale; foam of taste buds lingering as fireflies in a throat. 
          mangoes, possums, bread and butter; a mouth of cicada symphonies, celestial dust. 
          watch the canary, year to year; dirt and snow emotions, cheeks of the earth. 
          
          shabby braids and cicada musings, burrowed sunsets and pastel bones. 
          metallic connections and feathered bangles, heads of spines and littered passages. 
          vines of grapes, of collectibles and peaches; pain of pollen, eclipsed sun and its eight witches. 
          foreign hands, hums of voices barren; silence heavy, storms and curtains. 
          blues of life and blues of disguises, shadows of night veiled by lanterns.
          maps and strangers, shores and shells; rib for a rib, hunt for a hunt; what you had the courage to bring into this world must be allowed to live, dreams or ephialtes. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          (if you had the courage to dream of it, by no means do you lack the courage to live it) 

 As-salaamu Alaikum. Hi. Hope you are doing good. Have a good day. Keep smiling and be happy. Keep looking forward with patience and hope. Take care. ❤️

I made that 1k XD
          السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته أختي 
          Glad to find you here ❤

a small token of kindness (2nd August 2021)
          
          the sun and the moon have cautiously bred me to comfort and solitude ever so often but today they seemed to have left me and my heart of desires to their relations. 
          
          and so it is, with a mouth full of buried doubts, i ask you: have you ever seen the mountains? 
          
          no, i have not. but i have been taken to explore them, or rather their roots, by the air that had me confined in its madness. because who would dare to skim the nervous tips of their soft skin against the hard that had withstood even its lovers? 
          
          of what good is a pile of ancient grief around the life that buzzes with bees and flourishes under the enslavement of rain? 
          
          it is a statue that depicts the power of sadness, grievance and objection. the more a human bears the burden of rocks upon his shoulders, the stronger he becomes and thereby more capable. 
          
          it is a lonely ride to the top though, with little air to breathe and lesser rest. however, it is filled with a magnetic touch that empowers the settlers to keep walking and taking steps. it provides a freedom such that one's names will be pronounced with command, with respect and with eyes that swim nervously from a side to another upon the mention. 
          
          such privileges are rare to be found. grief too chooses those who find it worthwhile and personable.
          
          never will anyone sit and see through the haze with you. the impairment of vision will kill them enough to even paralyse their smile and flee. 
          
          and such is the tale of the warriors who walk alone. 
          
          the best soldiers lead on their own while nobody understands but beg to follow. 
          
          for being understood enslaves one with a certain responsibility and to risk the blood to read a heart takes courage; therefore to have no-one understand you is a cloud of opportunity; with little falls that feel like a gift of grief. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Assalam o Alaikum! 
          It will be a great pleasure for me if you will give my Islamic book "Essence of Islam" a chance! 
          Thank you! 
          
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Assalamu alaikum. Remember me? How r u?

Walaikumassalam Warahmatullahi Wa Barkatuhu
          In sha Allah I will read your reading list but before that I will In Sha Allah read all your books..they all look amazing MashaAllah!