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[crescentmoooons]

may this year be kinder and gentler to you

[heartbeatsallah]

Ramadan Mubarak 🌙

May this blessed month purify our hearts, increase us in sabr, and draw us closer to Allāh سبحانه وتعالى. May our duʿā’ be accepted, our sins forgiven, and our ranks elevated. Ameen.

[crescentmoooons]

آمين 🤲🏻

[crescentmoooons]

It is incredulous - the persistence of grief. Its endurance almost outlives my patience. Stretched across a burning wound, with a fire that never seems to dry out of embers. I am tired, exceedingly so. It would be so much easier to let go, so much lighter to fall and never get back up. But I hold on still, to the fading thread of hope. As long as I'm alive, I will keep chasing the light, to the end.

[crescentmoooons]

You are the clothing

That hugs my skin

A sweater, a scarf,

A veil shielding me from the sun

Soft, beautiful, embracing

You are the warmth

That shields me from the cold.

[crescentmoooons]

[crescentmoooons]

may this year be kinder and gentler to you

[okaysoimalive]

this year i will be kinder and gentler to myself

[crescentmoooons]

you are all the beautiful sunsets morphed into a summer song.

[crescentmoooons]

I pray the year to come brings you peace & warmth in all the prettiest shades.

I pray it drowns you in love and light.

I pray it finds you happy & well.

[crescentmoooons]

I'll come back. When darkness persists & sadness chokes me from behind and nameless nightmares chase me into unknown doors of despair and lock me in - I'll still find my way back. Through mountainous stretches and haunting hills, through snowstorms and lashing rain, through bleeding pavements and slippery slopes. I'll come back. This, I promise you. I might be a bit bruised and a bit weary, tired and sucked dry but I will be there. At the end of the day. I will make my way back to you. So close your eyes and dream for a while in case I disappear again, for when you open them, I'll be right beside you.

[crescentmoooons]

Can you love someone while lacking self-love?

I look at this from two lenses - one brings ruination & the other, realisation.

Yes, you can love a person and adore the ground they walk on. The problem comes in accepting the love that comes back around. Oh, you can understand why anyone would fall in love with them, but you can't comprehend why they would fall in love with you. You have only known how to despise yourself, to critically analyze every flaw, every whisper. You don't understand love when it comes knocking & you end questioning it's sincerity.

But then, you can love someone so much that you end up loving everything they love, including you. But this is a dangerous territory. If the love leaves, your self-love shouldn't leave with them. That only results in more heartbreak. You can find self-love through another, where they show the ways in which you sparkle. It makes you realise that you were trying too hard to be worthy when you just had to be you.

[crescentmoooons]

Absolutely in love with my creative writing textbook!! Could read this all day. An excerpt:

"A successful writer is like a young beautiful girl who never commits herself to her boy-friend, but just leads him on with nods, hums, sighs, smiles & mute whisperings. It's the same guessing game in courtship, as in creative writing."

[crescentmoooons]

& then there are the deep ponderings you would expect of a novel than from an academic syllabus:

"Life does not have a new theme to offer everyday to everyone. It is the same birth, the same hunger, the same love & the same death always."

[crescentmoooons]

Absolutely in love with my creative writing textbook!! Could read this all day. An excerpt:

"A successful writer is like a young beautiful girl who never commits herself to her boy-friend, but just leads him on with nods, hums, sighs, smiles & mute whisperings. It's the same guessing game in courtship, as in creative writing."

[crescentmoooons]

The realisation came like whiplash - even the sweetest memory was nothing but a blur in the darkness. I hold you dearer than my own heart but my hands grow tired after holding you for a while. Begs for solitude. Reminds me that nothing is as constant as change. I am sorry. I adore you with all of my bleeding heart. Your laughter is my favourite song on repeat. But I am tired and light is losing its hold. I'll come back when my hands are lighter and eyes softer. Till then, au revoir.

[crescentmoooons]

I am haunted by memories and kept alive by them at the same time. Happiness leaves little crumbs & sadness overflows in its abundance.

Holding on was always harder than letting go.

[crescentmoooons]

I started writing as a way of release. An anchor that keeps me grounded, regardless of the ocean's rage. But there are times when i bore holes into the blank page laid out in front of me - because there seemed to exist words that even the pen trembles at.

[crescentmoooons]

Childhood embodies laughter and warmth. Dreams so big your hands are overflowing, smiles that shatter despair into dust. They say it's the sweetest of memories, the softest lullaby.

But then, there are children of war - with eyes older than their years, ears that mistake thunder for gunfire. They dream of laughter underneath blackened skies and beg for warmth in a cold world.

To be a survivor is to be a witness to the horrors unleashed before your eyes. To be a child and watch everything around you burn to ashes, is not the earliest memory you want to have of the world.

A child's innocence is the cruelest spoil of war.

[crescentmoooons]

You fear death when you're awake, but it's closest to you when you're asleep.