my home seams apart
through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.
through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.
where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
Amidst these seasons of my life I'm stuck in a really long winter With no hopes for it to end soon For even the frozen flower Waiting for spring Has reached its limit To withstand this cold noon But despite all that, It still is, a flower in bloom. ──────────── [A short story] 14.10.22
She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook eve...
No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my h...
the skies have spoken to me, it's our conversations that i write.
❝ My dear daughter, this letter is the answer to your question the one you always asked this is the story of how I met your mother....❞ [A short story] 22.06.21 02.02.22
whilst you only see stars glint in my eyes, i hide a cosmos under my hijaab.