ابن زمر

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          Give my story a chance when you have the time!❤️
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/377348659-377348659-Socially-Awkward

@Aiiiish___

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Assalam o alikum,
          Maha here.
          I am sorry if you don't like the message.
          I'm here just to drop by a suggestion.
          I am a writer and an editor both.
          If you are looking for a good book cover for your book, you can check my book "Maha's Cover Shop"
          Also, being a writer, I would also love to drop by my book suggestion. Do read them.
          1) What's Ibaadat with respect to Islam. 
          
          This is just a five minute read.
          
          2)JUNOON | PASSION | OBSESSION | LOVE
          
          This is a spiritual romance novel with twists.
          
          I hope you won't mind anything.
          Thank you for considering.
          Jazak Allah Hu Khair.♥️✨️
          
          With lots of love,
          Maha Khan
          
          Allah Hafiz♥️

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

          
          Hi! :) Hope you don't mind me sharing-please check it out and vote when you have some free time. Thank you!
          
          Entry #13: Healing Is Never a Straight Line.
          Ever felt betrayed, misunderstood, or left holding a loss you can't quite shake off? Ever wondered why letting go feels almost impossible?
          
          Then this one's for you :)
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1568494308?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=haneesuki

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 

Hy

Alhamdulillah