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Hi. Shall we do vote 4 vote?

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 

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 

Hey! I wanted to know if you tried my book? And if u liked it? 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/358853967?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Issofyyyxoxo

@audiblehush  hey. Np xx. Yeah sure ill look forward to it. Have a great day. 

Hey, aslaamalaykum  
          
          I've recently started uni and its just induction week and gosh I hate it like okay I like the bulding I like the teachers I HATE the students gosh some of them are so annoying and I'm a bit dumb so I sometimes dk what they are saying and today I felt so left out (it's induction lessons n ik I'm never going to see those people or talk to them hopefully) but I felt so unhappy I nearly cried. 
          
          
          I haven't even started my actual lessons yet I'm excited. Everyone who is going to uni or starting uni please help or give advice ! 
          
          
          Jazkallah thank you  

Hey! If you are interested in genre romance and Muslimah love story then do read this. https://www.wattpad.com/story/350999628?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=D_Dua24&wp_originator=z75mBStZZlQtdQGbgB64fo%2BmjK99%2BPJNmD%2Fix2OjTSkShhbIYGGM%2FCTO6pfmiPh%2B6mI%2BegbIJnBDqqSEbXs2d%2FmTN5KXo9HQVZf9qPUoAWswM0VapObB2cwhZ0tgKdCs

I feel like deleting wattpad. Wattpad and wattpad authors have been deleting ot unplublishinh great books and it doesn't feel like wattpad anymore this platform feels so toxic and boring and I had wattpad for so long and now I don't feel as connected anymore it sad I feel like crying honestly.