missconfusedsoul

She stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to the turmoil that ravaged her soul. Her eyes, once bright with hope and promise, now dimly gazed back, haunted by the ghosts of self-doubt and criticism. She searched for the kindness she so readily offered to others, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was met with a relentless barrage of self-loathing and scorn. "Why are you so flawed?" she whispered to herself, the words cutting deep like a rusty blade. "Why can't you be enough?" The tears she'd held back for so long finally broke free, streaming down her face like a requiem for the self-compassion she'd denied herself for far too long. In this moment, she was forced to confront the cruel truth: she had been her own worst enemy, waging a war against the very soul she'd been entrusted to care for.
          	~ roshni.

missconfusedsoul

She stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to the turmoil that ravaged her soul. Her eyes, once bright with hope and promise, now dimly gazed back, haunted by the ghosts of self-doubt and criticism. She searched for the kindness she so readily offered to others, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was met with a relentless barrage of self-loathing and scorn. "Why are you so flawed?" she whispered to herself, the words cutting deep like a rusty blade. "Why can't you be enough?" The tears she'd held back for so long finally broke free, streaming down her face like a requiem for the self-compassion she'd denied herself for far too long. In this moment, she was forced to confront the cruel truth: she had been her own worst enemy, waging a war against the very soul she'd been entrusted to care for.
          ~ roshni.

missconfusedsoul

In shadows of solitude, I reside
          
          A life unlived, a heart that's died
          
          I searched in strangers' eyes, a gentle gaze
          
          But found instead, a hollow, endless daze
          
          
          A childhood lost, in emptiness and pain
          
          A soul that withered, like autumn's leaves in vain
          
          I reached for hands, that never held mine own
          
          And whispered secrets, to hearts that were made of stone
          
          
          Now, as an adult, I wander, lost and alone
          
          Through city streets, that echo with the moans
          
          Of a heart that's broken, a spirit that's worn
          
          A life that's been a journey, through darkness, forlorn
          
          
          In this silence, I hear, a whispered refrain
          
          A reminder of the ghosts, that haunt my brain
          
          The memories of a life, that's been a heavy chain
          
          A weight that's crushed my soul, and driven me insane.
          
          
          - roshni.

Nyxprimroseaspen

Hi @missconfusedsoul ! 
          
          I’m excited to share my debut story, Darkened Crown, with you! It’s a dramatic and intense journey filled with twists and forbidden romance. I think you might really enjoy it! 
          
          Feel free to check it out here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/375531668-darkened-crown
          
          I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to dive in. Thanks so much for your support!
          
          Best,
          @Nyxprimroseaspen

dora07_

Hi Roshni please upload Sihr I came to know about it in Deewani of Ballad of Love your first short story you thought to write and in it's last chapter it was mentioned about Sihr. And I really want to know about it... please upload

missconfusedsoul

ETERNAL
          
          "Why do you read tragedy?” He snorted taking the book in his firm grip, tossing around the pages. "Because it gives peace knowing at least something is eternal." She answered him while snatching the book. "How do you know tragedy is eternal?" He asked Curiously. She eyed him up and down letting out a sigh and said, "When tragedy happens it gives birth to the eternal feeling of losing a beautiful piece of life. Now excuse me i want to read my book."
          He quietly walked towards the end of the room and looked back at her with a sad smile. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, suddenly her phone started buzzing with Taylor Swift's cardigan ringtone. She looked at the screen and saw an unknown caller identity pushing the green button up and said,"Hello?." The caller answered, “I am sorry to inform you Mrs Haider your husband has been murdered in a robbery." She jumped up from her chair the book fell down from her lap and her mind started shaking all she could see was his sad smile.
          
          ~roshni

Saraatales_

Hey, so sorry for sneaking in like this
          and posting without permission. Hope
          you are doing well. It will be a huge
          favour if you give my story a chance. I
          will really appreciate it. Happy reading
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/343201741?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sarasuryavanshi123&wp_originator=upe1Ahm6SDcPVlRtnRhofzfn56wcC0M%2BTnvVx6jZM18nq%2FBlFDUJHYx3aO5rx39jj76i2faf98qK8zJjFFyNoaH7KSKp67iIUtJi7JFQawmAj20foI8vnZIWFwfFCkpM

missconfusedsoul

“A letter to Younger Me”
          
          I wish to meet the younger me 
          Comforting her, giving her hugs
          And the warmth of being loved
          Telling her she's going to be
          A very strong & brave girl 
          Who still fights the longest battles
          And carries her scars hidden in her veil
          Who strives to be good and do good
          Who sees world in different colors
          Who forgives people easily
          So that Allah can forgive her 
          Whose trying to accept & love herself
          I wish to meet the younger me 
          Telling her it doesn't matter if she's not loved
          Because the lord of all the worlds
          Allah Subahanaahu Wa'taala loves her the most
          I wish to meet the younger me
          Telling her that one day she'll be proud of herself
          Dear younger me,
          Do not hate yourself
          Forgive yourself
          Take a deep breath
          Everything's gonna be alright
          My little warrior!
          I'm proud of you younger me
          Yours Truly,
          Future me.
          
          – Roshni.