𝔸.𝕀.𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐚

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.
          
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To All my BANGLADESHI Friends! I hope you are safe and sound. And I bet you are witnessing a historical moment in your life. Keep your faith in Allah and try to cope up with the situation patiently. I hope everything will be better soon. Inn Sha Allah. And IF THERE IS DAKAT IN YOUR AREA, Haddi Fataye den pls. Because we have tolerated enough okay. I am just becoming sick of watching all these everywhere.