Aishah Hasin

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Hey there!
          
          I sincerely apologize for posting this on your page without the author's permission. This is my first attempt at writing a book, and I hope you'll support me if you enjoy my work.
          
          Let's dive into the story of Antara, a 20-year old university student, and a 28-year-old university professor. Journey with me as their arranged marriage brings two contrasting souls together. Watch their love bloom and evolve into an eternal bond.
          
          Join me in exploring this unique tale of a young relationship, full of fresh emotions and heartwarming moments.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376849403?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=mysteriousK2006

Hey there!!
          
          Do give my book a chance.
          
          In a world where love is a battlefield and the heart is the greatest weapon, desire and destruction walk hand in hand. Bound by fate, torn by secrets, and trapped in a war between duty and longing-these lovers must decide. To fight or to surrender? To burn or to survive?
          
          Arsh & Ilana - A marriage neither of them wanted, a passion neither of them can control. He pushes, she resists. She fights, he enjoys the game. But beneath the scorching tension, buried in every lingering glance, is a truth neither dares to name. How do you hate someone when your soul already belongs to them?
          
          Vidhaart & Asmira - A past written in blood, a love carved in obsession. He remembers everything, while she has spent her life running from the ghosts of a night she cannot recall. But fate is cruel, and love is relentless. In a world where betrayal wears a familiar face, will she escape him-or will she finally see that she was his all along?
          
          Rithvik & Charvi - He fell first. He fell hard. But she is a storm behind glass walls, a mystery he aches to solve. She is guarded, distant, untouchable-but when has that ever stopped a man who refuses to lose? Love may be a game, but for him, she is the only prize.
          
          Krishiv & Paro - A marriage neither of them chose, a hatred she wears like armor. She is the chaos that disrupts his perfect order, the storm in his disciplined life. He is amused by her defiance, drawn to the fire in her eyes, unaware that her hatred is a veil for something deeper. But in a world where appearances deceive, will he uncover the truth before it’s too late?
          
          Love is war -merciless, consuming, and far deadlier than any battle fought with steel. In this game of hearts, there are no true victors-only those who burn, those who break, and those who learn too late that even surrenders at a cost.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/385043027?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=talesbyahvi

Calling All Readers!
          
          Dear fellow Wattpadders,
          
          Are you ready for an emotional rollercoaster? Look no further! My latest story, (The devotion), awaits you. Set against the backdrop of ancient Indian traditions and modern complexities, this tale weaves together passion, vulnerability, and personal growth. Join me on this journey as our characters navigate forbidden connections, intense moments, and the depths of their hearts.
          
          Why should you read it? Vivid Descriptions: Feel the monsoon rain on your skin, smell the incense in the temple, taste the bittersweet longing.
          
          Emotional Depth: Dive into their souls as they grapple with love, sacrifice, and destiny.
          
          So, dear reader, grab your chai, find a cozy spot, and immerse yourself in EUPHORIA Let's explore passion and break boundaries.
          
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          With love,
          
          @zenaku_zizi
          
          Zizi
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/369472725?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=zenaku_ziz

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity