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People will question literally EVERYTHING you do. The way you handle your problems. The way you distance yourself from all to protect your peace. The kind of coping mechanisms you choose to protect your mental health. Even the closest of people will assume things before putting the right questions before you. One thing you do that doesn't go according to their understanding, and they will forget every kind and wise thing you have ever done. They will question your friendship, your loyalty, your work ethics and your own way of being. Do what you must for your peace and ease anyway. Let the world follow their assumptions, you follow your heart. You don't owe anyone any explanation for the steps you take to save yourself. No one walks your path, so no one gets to tell you what you should do instead. If you know that your intentions are pure and your heart is clean, keep on the walk with a content smile. You are doing what's right.

The beautiful thing about the darkest days is that you always find out who actually deserves your energy. They don't come to you with "WHYS" but a gentle, "What don't I know? Please let me be there for you."

-Sabina Yesmin

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Why you? Because you showed me that even in my deathbed it is possible to dream and make it come true. That love needs nothing but the will. That storms don't always come to break a home, sometimes they visit so that you can get rid of the weak parts and adorn what you have with new jewels. You picked me from my end and turned me into a story in the making.

Sabina Yesmin

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Sylvia Plath -

You made me cry this morning.

Not because you are not here,

Because the bag of questions I have for you

Shall never be answered at all or again.

You felt too much even when you felt nothing

And I feel for you every day;

Dying is an art you said,

My soul is a thousand years old today

For I have been dying since I was thirteen

And I have died when my mother left.

All my life I longed to be a poet,

But poetry demands a certain kind of pain;

I am not foreign to scars or wounds that don't heal,

I have endured the storms of May.

The world wasn't vast enough for your heart,

Or for the voices in your mind;

Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath,

Why do you stop me every time I wish

I perished on that summer night?

© Sabina Yesmin

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The Era of Short Attention — and How to Break Free

Ever wondered what happened to us?

Why we crave everything quick—information, entertainment, even emotions?

Why a long paragraph feels heavy? Why a book feels like a mountain?

Why our minds, once capable of sinking into depth, now struggle to sit with a single thought?

Pause.

Look at your everyday habits.

Look at what you are training your brain to expect.

Fifteen-second reels.

Short news.

Bite-sized blogs.

Tiny hits of dopamine that trick you into thinking you've consumed something meaningful.

Your brain is slowly losing its ability to wait, to absorb, to savour.

And AI—used carelessly—is flattening your capacity to think, to imagine, to write.

Everything is becoming easy. But at the cost of what?

Reclaim your power.

Reduce easy dopamine.

Choose what actually nourishes you.

Life is not meant to be lived through cheap entertainment, gossip, or pointless fights with strangers online.

You were not born to worship celebrities or get lost in noise.

Shut off the world for a moment.

Reconnect with nature.

Reconnect with yourself.

Protect your mind from becoming numb to life.

Strengthen your capabilities.

Feed your intellect.

Build a life you can be proud of—with the same time you spend escaping from your own reality.

Because distractions don’t erase your problems; they only delay the confrontation you must eventually face.

Take responsibility for your life.

Before you complain that nothing is changing, ask yourself:

Have you changed?

Stop seeing life through borrowed lenses.

Get your own.

Filter what enters your mind.

Choose what aligns with genuine growth.

Don’t buy everything just because it looks “trendy.”

Protect your roots.

Your fundamentals are what hold your life together.

© Sabina Yesmin

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There's one thing called dreaming. And there's another thing—giving everything you have to attain it. To play the role in your community that you desire so.

There's one thing in having support—financial and moral—from the people around you. And then there's the urge to make it happen, even if you have to live on the streets.

Dreams don't usually come true until you wake up to your reality. And the reality is that not everything will be put on your plate. Not everything will be smooth. You have to walk the rough paths alone. You have to make the hard decisions. You have to have the desire and the passion to cut through the mountains of hardships to see your dream flow into becoming your truth.

You. Yes, you. You are capable of everything you want to do. You are capable of creating your own legacy. All you need is a fixed vision and consistent effort. Like all of us need a dream to live, sometimes our dreams need us to— to be loyal, to put in effort, and to remain steadfast regardless of the hardships that come.

-Sabina Yesmin

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"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," I said, looking deep into her eyes. Not because she stayed when everyone else left. Not because I loved her. Because she went through my worst, held my unpleasant parts and called me pretty. She caressed away the wounds I inherited from my ancestors.

Sabina Yesmin

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Do you know what's attractive? Communication. "I am so grateful about how you feel about me but I am really sorry I can't reciprocate it. I respect you." "I feel slighted lately, a distance between you and I, are we on the same page?" "I am sorry I overreacted, sometimes I don't know how to handle my emotions. Please forgive me." "Hey, I have been thinking about you lately. Can we connect?"

Do you know what's not cool? Quiet assumptions and hurting. Ghosting. Making someone feel worthless. Quitting before trying to heal.

-Sabina Yesmin

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Come Take What Is Yours by Sabina Yesmin