@InehAli
İ am writing my first book . Please give it a try and i hope you will find it unique i would be thankful
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Thank you for adding my book Allah's choice to your reading list i appreciate you so much. Please do read and give me your honest opinion.
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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)
steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft.
a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission.
jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias.
violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements, frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth.
#adropofhumanity
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a small token of kindness (9th October 2021)
there is so much in us and so much we can be, like the cosmos that has been under servitude and the black hole that consumes it. there is within the sun a similar attitude; it walks the cobblestone lanes with eyes of the deceased. melted paints it wants to embellish upon the stars and pluck out the shine of its rays to decorate the leaves of autumn.
the earth moves solemnly, under the strict awareness of the watchful crowd, and it breaths yellow marigolds in hopes of being surrounded by a tree of hope. in it, on it, everywhere around it; lack of appropriate loneliness. sheer visibility of the city lights, blindness to the one from the heavens above the sky.
what an agony, what a pain. jewellery like ice slitting the throat. flowers boiled in acid. the world a place of slaughter.
life is one, but lives within it many. if we choose to go beyond the doomed number, we exhaust to dust. ankles tied with ropes of responsibilities and hands with households. where rivalry thrives, it is a place of legends. the kind which carries sins and buries the oppressed.
however what of those who defy the rules? of those who, regardless of the consequences, accept war?
they become the kissable sea, the immortal air, the glorious sky and the soft universe.
be the sun, the stars and the sky all together. if they admire you from afar, it is because they each see themselves in you.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (7th October 2021)
the sun is a relative of the old- which associated with the scarves of the dried flowers of the gone days. it has lived through jolts of dreams and eyes that held terror of desperation. the lives that lived only upon the preface of the rays, making a temporary home out of fire.
and what can be said about the moon except that seldom has it lightened its own path. it has and continues to work for the waves; the blades of which are as sharp as the flamingo's stare. it appears, it flourishes but feels foolish and stupid. it is never there by free will and is pitied upon by the sun's flames. decades upon decades of sacrifice for nothing but a few moments of pleasant lingering.
the sun and the ocean are beautiful standstills; like time that has tasted oaks and horns and like seasons of dare coarsing through sorrows. they hold much; they bury misty breaths and golden glares, and they cherish the crippled yellow leaves like revenge.
but one must accept that beauty is heavy; a burden like the crisp October that balances between summer and winter. and one must stand still, hold onto elements of protection, the scabbed bits of dressed wounds.
everything beautiful is terrifying. perfection is wild; the ocean a spectacular depiction. all that which has been cursed by the needle of beauty, has used the thread of terror. perfection dies, what remains are the details. the scabs, the scars, the fine lines of torture evident upon the palette.
perhaps the sun is feared for the very reason. for the love it serves and the fire that it can kill with its venom.
how else can beauty be perceived? it is common to both life and death and apparent alike in a human's blood and sweat.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (19th July 2021)
some days are mundane. it is just a characteristic feature of certain weeks or hours to be simply uninteresting and empty.
like the sky has no clouds and the night has no stars.
like the earth has no human to weep for it and life has no one to appreciate it.
like the flower has no happiness and the birds have no will power to claim the sky.
such hours are inevitable. one cannot move past them without feeling the effects of it. and we cannot skip either with the thought of avoiding it.
you have to face each day no matter what it appears like. just as the sun that rises despite finding the sky empty and the moon that shines alone in a starless ground.
indeed, all days are unique. perhaps they are a little solemn compared to others but they carry their own spectrum of light. and anyone who chooses to understand their range while working with consistency and dedication will find his day improve as time progresses.
you cannot merely avoid the day or give up on it for the reason that the clouds too were not present with the sun. your time is precious, it is limited. each day brings its own death and each death its own end. each day you live a little and die a little. make the most of your life and feel your end a bit. it is highly neccesary that you passionately fixate your mind and will over what you desire to attain. nothing should be able to separate you from your dreams. you and your goals are precious. and you must fight for them each day, every hour and perhaps even every minute.
time, my dear, can be clever. it can use you for its benefit and not the other way around.
and therefore, you must ensure that you walk the day or even crawl (you need not neccesarily run), if you do not want it to run you.
a small token of kindness (18th July 2021)
have you ever noticed the sun and the moon try their best to shine through the clouds that cover the entire sky? and all you can see is a little of their glow peek through a soufflé of clouds?
no matter what, they try their best to make their way out of all such weather conditions and gleam.
in life, to be the best version of yourself, you must be the able to walk through the worst storms and survive.
survival is the only winning strategy.
your shine need not be the strongest. all you need to do is push through and peep a little if you are able to.
at times, life is only about making it out alive. because that in itself is a major accomplishment.
to live life is to meet death.
and your courage is not determined by the amount of deaths you have dodged but by the will you have repaired over and over to live.
even if the odds are against you, let your willpower be with you.
a person must touch the storm to build its willpower.
Hello, Gorgeous! <3
I hope you're safe out there and probably doing good. Here's my book named Mohabbat-e-Masaaib, which is an ongoing story right now. It is a muslim tale which consists of cousin story where love, trust, betrayal and many more things take place. I hope you'd give it a try and I'm sure you won't get disappointed!
Take care, love!❤️
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