𝔸.𝕀.𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐚

محبت ایسے ہی تھوڑی ہوجاتی ہے کبھی بھی انسان خود کر لیتا ہے اور کبھی بول بول کر کروا دی جاتی ہے۔
          قدرت اس وقت تک کسی شخص کو  کسی سے ٹکراتی رہتی ہے جب تک اسے وہ پسند نا آجاۓ۔
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          اور جب وہ دونوں الگ ہوۓ تو صرف یادیں آئ ایسی یادیں جسے انسان خواب کہتا ہے۔
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          پرولوغ 
          [Prologue]
          
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          صالحہ: "میرے لیے یہ سب کچھ ایک خواب جیسا ہے" 
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          اکرم: "تو کرنا کیا ہو گا" 
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          صالحہ: "تم مجھے وہ تصویر دو" 
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          علیشا: "دیکھنا تو اب تم صالحہ گوڈ باۓ" 
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          اکرم: "خوبصورت بہت ہو۔۔ پر بیوقوف بھی ہو" 
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          صالحہ: "تم یہاں کیا کر رہے ہو؟" 
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          نرس: "سر آپ کی بیوی انتظار کر رہی ہے" 
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          صالحہ: "یہ بچہ کس کا ہے؟" 
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          صالحہ: "اب میں ایسے خواب نہیں دیکھتی" 
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          روح: "او ایم جی! سمجھ ہی نہیں آرہا انسان آۓ تھے یا جانور" 
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          رضیہ: "ہمیں یہ نہیں کرنا چاہیے" 
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          روح: "یار یہی تو موقع ہے سب خواب پورے کرنے کا" 
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          سیف: "تمہارے اندر عقل نہیں ہے" 
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          یعقوب: "آپ ایسی ہے یا صرف میرے آگے دکھاوا کر رہی ہیں" 
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          زہرا: "آپ میلی ممی ہو؟"
          
          
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          Hey dear give a chance to my work
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          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.

@Qalb-E-Katib sure I'll pray In sha ALLAH. I'm good Alhamdulillah. How are your studies going?

Assalamu Alaikum . It would be nice to know if the people whom I used to interact with are still here or not (specially people who read my story,I still love ya'all btw). Drop a ❤️ if you are here and also if you still remember me . Lol. 
          
          Well let's share a tiny life update after almost what? 3/4 years?

I hope you will come back again 

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Assalamualaikum how are youu

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 

SALAM!

Salam,just a small note. Nothing else.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1144219288?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Qalb-E-Katib