Contemplations Stories

Always love me some flash-fics; as well as a good SmackDown.

I have observed that a person who seeks to learn their religion in this age struggles to find a healthy and reliable source. Most of the sources that can be accessed come from authoritative voices handed down from above, the use of old language is widespread, and for this reason they are difficult to understand. On top of that, their monotonous style often starts to bore the reader in a short time. Especially with social media spreading everywhere, reaching correct information has become even harder. For this reason, my aim is not to provide long academic texts, but rather to spark short "flashes" that draw attention to what is right in front of our eyes yet unseen, and to encourage the reader to reflect deeply on aspects of events we fail to notice. The entirety of this writing is within the framework of the Qur'an, hadith, the Sunnah, and science. My goal is not to fill the text with academic references to verses, narrations, and articles in a way that overwhelms the reader. Instead, I aim to use a clean, simple, and clear language, and to embark together on a conversational journey of thought that can be understood by people of all ages as much as possible. I ask you not to read what is written here as you would a novel. Step back, read objectively, and listen with your heart. Let your aim be to benefit in some way, not to argue. Unfortunately, although we hear many things around us, there are very few things we are able to truly listen to with the heart.

One man's conversation with the creator of the universe. What do you say? What questions do you ask? And ultimately, what answer do you give to an impossible question?

I just want to be read.

Life

A Collection of poems that aren't in my print book. (This is not the full book...That will be released later)

Two strangers met through a simple "Hi." No grand confessions. No labels. No promises of forever. Just countless good mornings, late-night conversations, random updates, and the comfort they unknowingly became to each other. Shara and Val never expected that two people separated by distance and screens could slowly become each other's safe place. But life isn't always kind. Between dreams, responsibilities, misunderstandings, and fears they never spoke about, they learned that sometimes love isn't about staying forever. Sometimes, it's about appreciating the person who once made ordinary days feel special. And sometimes... The people we love the most are the ones we lose in silence.

The line between good and evil is often clouded... Black and white can become grey so easily... So how do we know? What's right or wrong? We don't. That's why we're flawed, destined to perish.

"Echoes of Time" is a captivating collection of poems that explores the timeless themes of love, memory, and reflection. Through lyrical verses and evocative imagery, these poems invite readers on a journey through the corridors of the heart. From fleeting moments of passion to enduring echoes of memory, each poem resonates with the beauty and complexity of the human experience. Explore the depths of emotion and find solace in the echoes of time.

Nathan changes colors as easily as people change their minds-until an encounter with a girl named Clara flips his world upside down. And for the first time, he can't tell what shade he's supposed to be.

She is a puzzle, pieces slowly formed, A mosaic of moments, memories that swarm. Her edges are rough, her surface worn, But in the crevices, her story is born. She is a river, flowing wild and free, Ever-changing, yet remaining me. Her depths are uncharted, her currents strong, She carve her own path, where she belong. She is a canvas, painted with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of colors, emotions, and views. Her brush strokes bold, her art unique, She create herself, with every choice she seek. She is a melody, harmonious and clear, A symphony of laughter, tears, and cheer. Her rhythm is her's, her beat is true, She sing her own song, with a heart that's new. Read to find out more about her

When you are all alone in your four-corner bedroom, you look up at the ceiling and blinks even escape your eyes, so many things that baffles you, like how is it powerful yet unambiguous to the human's curiosity? You think it's stupid when you tell it to other people, and they won't surely get you. Do you feel the same way?

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

'The Stillness of Soul' is a collection of poems that explore the intricacies of life, death, and the human experience. These poems are born from my own journey, woven from threads of personal reflection, emotion, and introspection. I share them with you in the hope that they may resonate, comfort, or challenge your own perceptions of existence. Passe du bon temps (have a good time) 💋✨

From my now to your then

An account of another misguided hand fueled by late night contemplation

A person contemplates consciousness in the middle of a busy park. A prose poem?

Contemplation from a very fine day with someone special

The Cadaver brings light to varying social situations. No less no more

The narrator contemplates human existence and our purpose in life while examining the stars, comparing life to the vacuum of space.