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a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [25th june 2022] 
          
          maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
          past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles. 
          daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters. 
          murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
          what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother. 
          build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky. 
          fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives. 
          
          as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert. 
          hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain. 
          winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young. 
          petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt. 
          how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving. 
          words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues. 
          how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
          they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive. 
           #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) 

a small token of kindness (25th September 2021) 
          
          time is simply matter; a messy cluster of the multiple unions of varied zones. feather like details hang onto its existence, and its position is determined by the events that unfold like the hesitant fluttering of wings. it is the seconds that paint it special; occasionally with dust and at times with gold. 
          the sun too, shines whilst a million different combustions occur in its internal. there are events in it that seem most silly to many, but every atom that fights is aware of the battle's severity. 
          under the ocean and in its grave, there coexist life and death; competing and completing. perhaps that is the function of existence; the art of existing in the phase of non existence. 
          observe the curtain of lie in your vicinity. much of everything we do is false, it is avoidance. 
          so then, would it not be correct to say that we falsify our actions until the curtain is lifted and death greets us with a handshake?
          what can be done then; even if you were the richest and the bravest, the wisest and the kindest? 
          in this merry-go-round of life, all you need is a bit of faith in yourself. the ride goes on, the music too, but if you do not know who you are or what you are made of, the ride- despite being a source of serenity- will inflict upon you memories of devastation. 
          innumerable pieces are acidic and misfits we tell, but what if i said it is the other way around? 
          therefore i advise you, that when these pieces poke you again, do not think a thing and let them do so until they become a part of you. 
          messy is not entirely bad, because some masterpieces are born from it. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (dated 14th July) 
          
          the sun when it smiles and its colour is as bright as a button, it looks the most beautiful. when it has lowered down into the horizon, it still has a faint glow and its beauty hardly diminishes. when it is setting, and its colors dance with the rest of the sky, it still does not lose its charm. the sun is absolutely breathtaking in all its forms. as so is the moon, the stars, the trees and all forms of life.
          you may not be the sun or the moon, but you are a human. a wonderful creation of God. He created and nurtured you to perfection and He takes pride in you. 
          no matter what the world today tries to convince you to beleive in, remember you are the truth. they are just liars afraid you may speak up and ruin their way. 
          you are not obligated to listen to anything that causes you to doubt your appearance. 
          some of us are like the sun in its complete glory; fresh and vibrant. others are like the afternoon sun; soft and warm. and then there are some others who are just like the setting sun; charming and exquisite. 
          but no matter which category you best fit into, you are magnificent. 
          and the earth appreciates you for who you are. 
          
          
          

Assalamualaikum,
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          Your friend and sister in Islam
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Asalamu alaikum ukhti, 
          
          How's your friend and her cousins? Hope they're fine. In sha Allaah. 

Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh !!!
          My Friend just informed me that her cousins have been tested positive for coronavirus and since she lives with them it's possible that she gets affected too .. please please please please please keep her and her cousins in your precious duas !!! 
          May Allah heal all the people who suffering from this virus and protect us all !!
          Aameen summa Aameen !!
          

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