~Dr. Beti

Assalam-o-Alaykum, are you active on this account?

Dear all, 
          It is with great pleasure that I announce the completion of my Urdu novel 'Pul Siraat! After months of hard work and dedication, I am thrilled to have finally finished this project and am excited to share it with you all. 
          My novel is a work of fiction that explores themes of love, loss, and redemption. Set in different cities of Pakistan, it follows the lives of several characters as they navigate the challenges and complexities of their relationships with each other and the world around them. 
          I poured my heart and soul into every word of this novel and am incredibly proud of the final product. 
          I want to take this opportunity to thank all of my supporters and well-wishers who have encouraged me throughout this journey. Your belief in me and my writing has meant the world to me. 
          The E-book of this highly anticipated novel will be available soon! Pre-bookings will start in coming few days at my official instagram page 
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          Account link is also available in bio.
          If you don't want to miss the amazing pre order discount offer, follow my instagram page and stay updated.
          I hope that my novel will resonate with readers and bring joy and inspiration to their lives. Thank you for your attention, and I look forward to sharing my work with you all. 
          
          Warm regards, Aneeza Zahid.
          
          

a small token of kindness (07th november 2022) 
          
          patterns on palms and paws, warriors of lost tears; smears and sunlight immersed in veins; water and wax, both who prick sins. mind the bashful door, the silhouettes of skins unfurnished; freedom is only if the streets are not crowded with regret. 
          
          ports of integrity and boats of grace; rain a moon that reverberates, a storm and wings with their own mind. condemn the sky and its fingers of silver syllables; what cannot hold blood can only ever be vacant. 
          
          secure the horizon, wash the world with ancient rhymes; hang the throat by its heart. song of canaries, struggling cabarets; they say nature is weak where footprints are dense. here is the hand, the hand of reckoning; sometimes stalwart beneath abyss. 
          
          tides crash into limbs, limbs of salt and tsunamis; hope dragged in a slipstream, gratitude weather worn, vehement. find me in seas and mysteries; lock your eyes with the breathless cerulean. be it silly or be it the law; do not water a thorn hoping it will grow as a rose. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Alooo! Please please mero story ko chance de! Thora sa waqt de di jiye! 
          
          
          
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Assalamualaikum, hey!
          
          A Mazed Heart contains a mysterious plot, thrilling tale and a lot of suspense to indulge in. 
          
          If you love the Mystery/Thriller genre, then check out this book.
          
          It's also a spiritual book focusing mainly on spirituality from varied dimensions. Check out this book if you are intrigued by this genre.
          
          Don't forget to leave your thoughts ❤️
          
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a small token of kindness [16th june 2022] 
          
          meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain. 
          soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring. 
          sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures? 
          hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones. 
          filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer. 
          
          part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles. 
          lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus. 
          place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins. 
          saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom. 
          berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
          fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans. 
          what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh. 
          
          [kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity] 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          

a small token of kindness (09th june 2022) 
          
          mourning shades, earth a rustic moon; candle soldiers, sunset roars. glass of wind, a sea that chimes; struggling lungs, alveoli of pride. circles sacred, birds and barks; persistent melodies, life a screaming scar. half of ourselves, half of earth; skeptical rules and societal lusts. 
          
          summer lightning and thunderous rainbows, yesterday's reflection in today's waters. blooming trains and grieving whistles; gravity a fork, humans fixated. ripening fruit like a sturdy kettle, boiling season as a cloudless friend. 
          
          birds of the night, mediterranean lungs; lace of glory, air a crochet undone. toes of rhythm, seventh sense; sweetness of earth's roots, pears engraved as tendrils in veins. brightness of fog, of a breath fuzzy; life in the woman's womb, a universe- like history. life blurry, a home of shadows; night, death and the womb, bringers of awakeness. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          (do not fear the dark; we came from it, we came from wombs) 

Assalam o Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuhu ❤️
          Hope you all are doing good! 
          
          Ahh, a long story where I had been disappeared. So much was on my plate. I'm about to graduate Alhamdulillah as a doctor of pharmacy, and also I'm about to bid adieu to my family after living few years and two decades with them :'( , yes In sha Allah, I'm getting married on 28th of December. Pray that it goes all well for me and both of my families. Feel free to pour down your prayers/advises . 
          
          In sha Allah I won't disappoint much my readers , very soon updates would be given to you all residents of my heart. :) ❤️
          
          PS: I came back on wattpad after months and still they haven't done anything about emojis -.-

a small token of kindness (7th October 2021) 
          
          the sun is a relative of the old- which associated with the scarves of the dried flowers of the gone days. it has lived through jolts of dreams and eyes that held terror of desperation. the lives that lived only upon the preface of the rays, making a temporary home out of fire. 
          
          and what can be said about the moon except that seldom has it lightened its own path. it has and continues to work for the waves; the blades of which are as sharp as the flamingo's stare. it appears, it flourishes but feels foolish and stupid. it is never there by free will and is pitied upon by the sun's flames. decades upon decades of sacrifice for nothing but a few moments of pleasant lingering.
          
          the sun and the ocean are beautiful standstills; like time that has tasted oaks and horns and like seasons of dare coarsing through sorrows. they hold much; they bury misty breaths and golden glares, and they cherish the crippled yellow leaves like revenge. 
          
          but one must accept that beauty is heavy; a burden like the crisp October that balances between summer and winter. and one must stand still, hold onto elements of protection, the scabbed bits of dressed wounds. 
          
          everything beautiful is terrifying. perfection is wild; the ocean a spectacular depiction. all that which has been cursed by the needle of beauty, has used the thread of terror. perfection dies, what remains are the details. the scabs, the scars, the fine lines of torture evident upon the palette.
          
          perhaps the sun is feared for the very reason. for the love it serves and the fire that it can kill with its venom. 
          
          how else can beauty be perceived? it is common to both life and death and apparent alike in a human's blood and sweat. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

Assalam o alaikum sister. Can you please give my story a try.
          I think you'd like this story: "Muslimah On The Road" by MeTheIntrovert on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/280497508?utm_source=android&utm_medium=other&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=TrendCaszie&wp_originator=Euzgrwiq8WA2mzVTWC%2Fu06sARDOaf6eycmvPkKkuGSvhK8%2FqsFMIGO6d8QMpjKKWSnV6YJVgSHqKQ7rc37wdQ6YBmOpdrBybkkLEpAZpGqPgaTvQt4I2xSunyGp90OOF