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هذه القصة وليدة خيالٍ جامح ، تنسج حروفها على نول الوهم والاحتمال فإن تماهت شخصياتها أو تداخلت أحداثها مع شيءٍ من واقعكم فاعلموا أن ذلك لم يكن محض مصادفة...بل مقصودًا ؛ ذبحني مرخي الرمش الخجول الناعس النجدي ‏هواني وإن هويته ما قويت الموت من دونه.. ‏لا منه رمى رمشه ولا مس خده الوردي ‏تضيع الشمس . . وأنوار المكان بنظرة عيونه

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She only meant to help her best friend escape a blind date. He only meant to punish the woman who ruined his family. Neither of them expected love to be the cruelest lie of all. Dr. Mira Das had always been the quiet one - brown-skinned, soft around the edges, a middle-class girl with more kindness than confidence. When she fell for Arav Malhotra, the cold, self-made CEO who saw the world through power and precision, she thought she'd finally been chosen for who she truly was. But love built on secrets never lasts. The night she confessed her feelings - he confessed his revenge. She left him that night with tears in her eyes and a heartbeat growing beneath her own. Four years later, she's no longer the fragile girl he broke - she's a doctor known for her calm, her courage, and her silence. When she's assigned to treat an elderly man in a powerful family's mansion, she accepts - unaware that fate is leading her straight back to the ghost of her past. She doesn't know she's stepped into the home she once dreamed of building with him. And between them stands a truth neither of them is ready to face - a four-year-old boy with Arav's eyes and Mira's heart. "The Weight of My Heart" is a story of love born from lies, hearts stitched together by time, and the kind of forgiveness that hurts more than hate ever could. Because sometimes, the person who broke you is the only one who can put you back together - if fate gives them a second chance. GUYS PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!!!

- روايه تجمع الثغرات بداخل الجميع وايضاً البساطه الحنونه ، فيها المريض والحزين والكسير والمنجرح والمنهزم والمدمن والطموح والغير مختار مساره بعد ولكن موج الروايه ستجعل تلك السنين التي سيعيشها بهذه الروايه تختلف تماماً عن سنين عمره الماضيه ، بطلة روايتي { نجود } تعيش بـ احد الديار القريبه من نجد تحت محاولاتها لـ اكمال دراستها وعندما تُتاح لها الفرصه تنفتح امامها كل مشاكل الارض وبعد تخطيها تجد عذاب دنياها بـ انتظارها ولكنها تجهله حتى يصبح لهيب ناره يحرق جوفها ، بينما بطلي { جابر } يعيش بـ اراضي نجران بين المخدرات والحياه الكسيفه وتسمى حياته بـ لاحياة لمن تنادي فـ السموم سممت دواخله ليس حُب بها يلتهمها انما عنادً بـ الجميع وايضاً يعشق عندما تفصله عن واقعه وتجعله انسان بغير ضمير واحساس لكي لايعذبه ضميره على افعال لم يكن له ذنبً بها ولكن تلك السموم كانت سببً بها يُعاتب ذاته على اخطاء لم يقترفها ولازال يحاسب ذاته عليها عندما يخرج من سجن ويدخل للأخر. - هذا تفصيل صغير عن ابطالي ولكن البقيه اريد ان تتعرفو عليهم وتستمتعون بقصصهم المختلفه ولـ عوالمهم الغير متشابهه بقلمي الذي ينزف على الصفحات ليخرج من دمائه اساطير لن يتخطاهم الزمان ولا ذاكرات القراء. - [ الكاتبه مها🕯️❣️ ]

It is with great excitement and delight that we welcome you back to Versification 2026! With new ideas, structure and challenges, we are excited to see what this year holds!! Versification is a contest where we challenge the poet to write a new entry for every day of April. Additionally, it challenges poets to write in some of the unique forms of poetry in our daily challenges.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

ඔබ මට කව්ද මම ඔබට කව්ද නොදනිමි හැබැයි හේතු රහිත ආදරයකට මම හේතු සෙව්වෙමි ! Start :- 12/12/2025 End :- ...........

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