Let me gather the shards of my broken heart, let me keep the last of what was yours.
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Let me gather the shards of my broken heart, let me keep the last of what was yours.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!
Ab tum mujhe yaad nahi aate,
Ab tum mujhe yaad ho gaye ho.
-Jaun Elia
Translation:
You don't cross my mind anymore,
You live there now.
You were an arm length apart and yet years of travelling could not cover what was between us.
Maybe if I were brave enough to hurt you the first time, I could've saved you from hurting for a lifetime.
But you did not love me, you loved my love for you...and you did not like me, you liked how much I liked you.
We went too far in thinking and forgot that destinies are written.
-Mahmoud Darwish
This qalb desires your sight, these eyes do not. This qalb desires your voice, these ears do not. This qalb desires your smell, these nostrils do not. This qalb desires your taste, these lips do not. This qalb desires your touch, these hands do not.
This qalb desires you whole, but Wallahi I do not.
You are powerless, not peaceful. You did not choose peace, you chose to not lose a war.
Be more cautious of people who do not believe in seeking revenge than those that do, because the most painful torment of this dunya is worth paradise to the first spark of jahannum.
Those that need you to be a doormat in order for you to receive their love, tell me little one...
...do you really need their love?
Koi kise ke bina marta nahi, par tadapta zaroor hai. Aur tadap, huzoor...wo maut se battar hoti hai.
No one dies without another but they suffer, endlessly; and to suffer, Sire, is worse than to die.
Tod le jao dil humara, par ise haathon mein lo to sahi.
This heart wishes to be held by your hands, even if it is so that you could break it.
"Why don't you be like your mother?"
Because I don't want to.
I look at her a lot, and I have realised that I don't want to be her.
I don't want to be my mother.
Watching her makes me uneasy and it scares me, so I have made my choice that maybe, I don't want to be as good a woman as she was.
Maybe I want to be a bad woman.
A woman who probably no one likes and no one wants, but a woman who is happy with her being and a woman whose Lord is happy with her.
Maybe it was something not important to you, but it was...my heart.
-Mahmoud Darwish
Hum tumhe nahi jaante, ki tum humein nahi jaante?
Do I not know you or do you not know me?
All that you really had to ever do, was ask.
Ask me for my heart, for my soul, for my service, for myself. Ask me to bring you flowers, to gather you stones, to light up the world for you and to set it on fire.
Ask me, hayati.
Ask.