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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 

Lost you, found myself - Fair Trade. 

They say hearts are connected, 
          I missed you did you sense it?

‘Umar ibn al-Khattab رضي الله عنه:
          "Among the things that strengthen your brother’s affection for you are three:
          When you meet him, start with salam; call him by the name he loves most; and make space for him in gatherings."
          
           Al-Zuhd by Ibn al-Mubarak: 352

ثُمَّ أَدۡبَرَ وَٱسۡتَكۡبَرَ 
          Then turned his back ˹on the truth˺ and acted arrogantly,
          [Al-Muddaththir:23]
          
          There is a big difference between the one who sins out of weakness and is broken, and the one who sins while belittling it and being arrogant. The one who sins and when you advise him, he says: “Pray for me, for my desire has overwhelmed me, and Satan has whispered to me, and my own self has adorned it for me,” is very different from the one who sins and says: “What’s the problem? It’s just one life, enjoy it, man!” The former’s return to Allah is easy because his problem is with his limbs, while the latter’s return to Allah is difficult because his problem is in his heart! Sufyan ibn Uyayna used to say: “Whoever’s sin is due to desire, hope for good for him, but whoever’s sin is due to arrogance, fear for him. For Adam, peace be upon him, sinned out of desire and was forgiven, while Iblis sinned out of arrogance and was cursed!”
          @Slave_of_Ar-Rahman!!

Ibn al-Qayyim رحمه الله، 
          "If you want to find out that which rests in
          one's heart, then look to the movements of
          their tongue. Indeed, the tongue indicates that which
          rests in the heart, whether or not its owner
          wills."
          
          al-Dā waal-Dawa' Page 364
          
          
          

"Ek chehray se utarti hai naqaabein kitni, 
           Log kitne hamey ek shaks may miljaate hai."

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