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May every good deed you do comes back to you.
The realisation hits hard, when it's December 11th of 2024 already, and you come to the consciousness , you'll never be in teenage again'. Adulthood is only 20 days apart, the moth is ready to develop into a beautiful yet scared butterfly.
Iqra via (@fatimaiiqraa)
- @fatimaiiqraa
My November flew away in a hustle, hustle like I am trying to hold onto the water, and at the same time letting it go as it is in the flow.
- Via (@fatimaiiqraa)
And happiness is nowhere to be found but Allah.
Always the listener, never been heard.
Always the writer, never been the muse.
Always the admirer, never been admired.
Always the understanding, never been understood.
Always the poet, never been the poem.
In patience there is safety, and in haste there is regret.
في الصبر سلامة، وفي العجلة ندامة.
Though, she'll not get lost herself in the blurred memory of yours anymore, She promised herself to get up from that unconscious lucid dream where she saw getting buried in her own thoughts. Things have changed, isn't it? You're carelessly walking on your path without knowing her existence, how she devoted her soul into you! But now she is fragile, she'll worn out at any moment, she smiles, but not happy from inside. You were the heavenly dream to her, that is now shattered.
Iqra via (@nostalgicacademia0613
I'm no longer afraid to write, about the sufferings I cannot talk about.
- Something that I need carved in my bones.
From dust, to dust we return.
من التراب إلى التراب نعود.
hopeless souls, in lifeless bodies.
"So many Children, Living in grown bodies, mimicking adult lives .
- Iqra via (@nostalgicacademia0613)
You are allowed to
grieve
over the child you could've been.