Yessirath Jinadu

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 sneak peek 
          I just published "Sneak peek " of my story "REVENGE OR NOT [ON HOLD]". https://www.wattpad.com/1453734416?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=yessirat

Hey there!
          
          Thank you so much for checking out Breaking The Rules and for showing it some love. I appreciate your support.
          
          Happy reading!

Hiiii
          I just wrote a new book. 
          Pls check it out.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/377148326?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=SunnyFavour

Follback?

Borahae to my followers and my fellow ARMYS in the building 

Ramadan Mubarak to the ummah.
          
          I wanted to officially announce that I will be putting my book on hold because for the past one year my year has been a roller coaster of emotion.
          
          1. I wrote an entrance exam into college but I couldn't get in because I was underage so I had to write it again this year as I will be of age this year.
          
          So my beautiful ummah, as we are in this beautiful month of Ramadan pls put me in your prayer to get into the college I want, tahajjud, and when praying taraweeh and then pls put our ummahs the palentinians in our prayers because they are going through a tough time so pls let's put them in our prayers.
          
          And remember that's in this holy month of Ramadan, we should all try our best to please and worship Allah.
          
          May Allah make it easy for all of us.
          
                      Ameen Ya Rabb

I can't stop crying at this point
          I just published "We are going on hold" of my story "REVENGE OR NOT [ON HOLD]". https://www.wattpad.com/1429418420?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=yessirat