𝑰_𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆_𝒀𝒐𝒖_𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

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 

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

Hey dear give a chance to my work
          ♡♡♡
          I know it interrupt you but.. I'd like to tell you something.
          I'm writing a novel but it didn't complete yet. https://www.wattpad.com/story/367960546?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Rafatwrite
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          https://www.wattpad.com/story/367962671?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Rafatwrite
          By clicking on the link you may find my novel. 
          The name of the novel is "Khawab-Gah" which means "Dreamland". It shows the innocence of love and life lessons. 
          It is available in both language Urdu and English.. and through my profile you can visit my instagram also.

Assalamualaikum!! Where are you?? 

This one sincere, persistent, heartfelt, & desperate dua that you badly want Allah to accept. That one dua that get tears in your eyes anytime you make it, that one dua that makes you stand up in prayer at night, That one dua that makes you helpless & humble. That one dua that Allah is delaying to accept, or has accepted in some other way or has exclusively removed a hardship from your life or has multiplied & stored it as rewards for you in the hereafter. This dua keeps you close to Him. What I’ll tell you is keep making dua, keep believing, keep asking & calling out, because this one dua is what keeps you close to Allah, this one dua keeps you in a state of sabr & reliance on Allah, & this state of dependence on Allah, is loved by Allah. So you are not at any loss, by making dua because you are getting the nearness to your Lord while you are calling out to Him & waiting for His response.✨
          @Slave_of_Ar-Rahman 

Assalamualaikum
          How are you?
          This is my first time writing a book.
          Cam you please give it a try.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/358394795?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=kookiegirl_16&wp_originator=yDpO21hpujKKVHdNLRX%2BdMdeqpXWLHlHkfxBgyf3aekJ7YLlFbXrqjuumhfV%2FeoSsgpKcxcY%2BQYHkaATVQX5hygA9J1KL3tf80lB8ELAGvvg%2BSqvna819mdtA9OnhIWQ

Hello dear how are you sorry for disturbing you but I've written a new Story in my new account called perfect scars it's a rewritten version of my deleted book Safar-e-mohabbat please give it a chance and check it out... 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/354857642?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=MairaDreams&wp_originator=8%2FWPGDs8gGclXoRRUb2IB3LvQF5j3QYiA2ss8KFlN9NQJrxKia03m%2F9sb7G8f%2FiZBn%2BFR1GYjQbKIhuhKZ5%2Bb3squL8aF9Tl7nT1SUCUPTIsSORp4k7N6%2Bu9o2qWOxGM

is it just me or is wattpad dead?