Aizakhan995
Hey author!
Can i promote my story on your page
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Shining_pearl_
adropofhumanity
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.
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Slave_of_Ar-Rahman
To the kind soul out there who needs to hear this…
There are days when your heart feels heavy and your soul feels distant — even from yourself. You pray, but it feels empty. You make dhikr, but your mind wanders. You open the Qur’an, but the words don’t touch you the same way.
In those moments, don’t walk away. Stay. Stay even when you don’t feel it. Because faith isn’t always a blazing fire — sometimes it’s just a flicker you have to protect.
Allah doesn’t ask for perfection, only effort. And even when that effort feels small, He sees it. He counts it. He honours it.
So keep going, even in the silence. Keep praying, even when it feels dry. Keep remembering Him, even when your heart feels numb. This too is part of the journey — and it’s still beautiful in the eyes of the One who never stops watching over you.
@Slave_of_Ar-Rahman
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ]
a round table,
a conference of triangles,
fortitude or servitude?
a decision to be sought.
pages of emotions
and binders of spiral thoughts,
moon's decorum splintered
in the group aubade.
hollowed warrior first,
stepped and stood upon,
soundless glare
with edges bruised.
happiness arid,
interrogation drying,
forts and castles
over murdered merits.
and then a joy—
foreign and known—
repenting its birth.
mind of the crumbs,
heart of the loaves.
no trek can trample
the path of a trickster.
a lone chill, a surrounded cry,
traces of impulses
in the fireplace of life.
a wardrobe of escape,
mumbling telephones.
rotten tales and
tatters of the pretenders.
guests excused,
world locked-up,
and again—
the uncaring rouse
protects to betray.
the sky of memory
chokes
the birds of today,
like fluttering sage.
oh souls of flesh,
how similar are thoust—
from one to another—
you migrate in your palm.
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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."
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authorshamna
https://www.wattpad.com/story/363395136?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=authorshamna Dear lovely reader, I extend an invitation to you! If the whispers of fate allow it, kindly meander through the corridors of my profile and grace my humble book, 'Tainted Love', with your precious attention. Let the threads of our connection weave a tapestry of shared emotions, and may the words within those pages whisper secrets to your soul. I eagerly await your presence in the world I've created, where love and heartache entwine like the tender shoots of a rose.
Shining_pearl_
Assalamualaikum and hello, dear friends!
I have been inactive lately and I apologise for not being able to reply to many of your messages.
It's a pleasure to be back here. I have come up with new books as I was offline and would love to present them to y'all.
There's something I would like to take your opinions on.
Should I post my new books here on this account (if yes, this account will go under changes) or maybe on a new account?
Do let me know your thoughts.
Jazakallahu Khair!
_chanceuxx_
❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞
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.
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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.
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