dheenerm

Taking a long break from Wattpad. Don't know when I'll be back, but please keep me in your prayers all! Jazakumullahu khairan in advance. Barakallahu feekum!
          	
          	Till next time, In Sha Allah
          	Assalaamu Alaikum❤️

ZoyaMuslimah100

@dheenerm In Sha Allah I will, take very good care of yourself too ❤️
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farhath_shifa

Wa alaikumussalam.
          	  We will miss you dheenerm. Be back soon.
          	  Study well !
          	  May Allah bless you! 
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princessayeesh

@dheenerm Haha surely i will. Your pwincess is all grown up and capable of looking after herself *flips Hijab proudly and winks*
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Tayyu_Tabiba

Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand
          have a great day ahead 
          _TAYYU_TABIBA

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (29th August 2021)
          
          when the day like the fresh skin of spring comes to the eye, naked and shy, there is a distinction like that of the earth and the roots of the sky. present is light, also its shadow and there is a firm film of growth therein that remains asleep to the world. 
          
          in this haziness, there is a movement that occurs certainly, but uncertain it happens to seem to the world. in the thousands of agonies and the delicately wrapped canvas, there is a lamp that sits and awaits the freedom to bleed; tickling the clock to slit its own throat. 
          
          such is the case of the sun that derives a meaning of death from its life. in existing, there is an excitement. in dying, there is power. there is a life of duality in the hands of mortals. 
          like the sun that exists as a shadow and dies as a whole piece. 
          
          it breaks to form and forms to break. 
          
          it is in the fog the universe waits and waits eagerly to feel itself a little more daringly than usual. there is a harmony, a secretive symphony between what is known and what is unknown that frames the minds of those alive. 
          
          therefore, allow the haze to remain where it is; as it is. like the sun that comes through an undefined sky, there will come in your path a fulfilling blessing. until then, hold your hand open to the mess, let it be itself and paint your mind with its pattern. 
          
          some blessings are unseen, and they reside like the hidden roots of a tree in the vastness of what remains unperceivable to the heart. let the haze cloud over you, let it be free. 
          
          there is more often than not satisfaction beyond description in being a prisoner. not everything has a plain explanation. there is in the prison a little more of life that you can experience. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

_chanceuxx_

╰┈➤ If only you would realize that you don't need to become anyone, you already are enough. If only you would realize that you don't need to achieve anything, you already are worthy. If only you would realize that you don't need to accomplish anything, you already matter. If only you would realize that you don't need to change your life, it already is meaningful. 

Tayyu_Tabiba

Small Daily Improvements Are The Key To Staggering Long-Term Results

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (14th August 2021) 
          
          tragic like the moist earth stuck between ruthless beings, there is something unusual about the sun and the moon; unburnt and unseen. 
          
          the star touches the surface of the earth with its fingertips disguised as rays; glorifying its passionate brown and marking it with the names of the powerful. there is no shift, no probable change in its hour of rising. it stays. 
          
          when the moon aligns itself to the eyes of sight, there is little role played by its view and rather by its beauty; it seeps into the veins and travels within them. and in the face of the bewitched, there is an old friend's shadow, the fragrance of the moon in its breath. there was no shift, nothing happened. it stayed.
          
          were they stationary or up and about? 
          
          the world spins on a thin axis. it must keep up its action. and it revolves around the sun, lest there should come upon it harm. moving, running, walking got inculcated in the lungs of a human long before the birth of other rules. 
          
          but was stillness ever elaborated upon? 
          
          observe the planet, its treausres and the mountains. the sun and the moon, the trees and the stars. there is somewhat an ache too of a thousand moments lost in the fibres of movements. there is a deathly stillness. a form of indescribable loss.
          
          adopt their techniques; of being still like the still seas and surviving like its waves. to live, one must be a lunatic dreamer; search in the deep and die from the thirst. 
          
          there is never a movement of calm; always full of chaos that is fatal. too many of these repel life's purpose, for you get killed with the disturbances. 
          
          choose stillness; the way to believe in life without touching it. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (13th August 2021) 
          
          often when the sun is rising, there is in its colours a smell of August; a form of past that lingers in the air. only as it fights against the frozen tear in its eye, does it come closer to the twilight hues of its night. and more often than not, the very light it emits is the cause of sweat that glistens across its body; raging with purpose.
          
          the moon, on the other hand, has its own chain of miracles like the stars that take position in symmetry. within the capsule, there are a hundred thoughts dissolved; some which it produces in its changes and the others that swallow it bit by bit, producing phases. 
          
          worst of all is the scenario of them gleaming alone; with the remnants of the tragedies they had to witness generation after generation. 
          
          in any way; even if incomprehensible and blank, some incidences need to be shared. some memories must be hung over the grapevine and some others must be replaced with the buried oysters in the sea. 
          
          when the time for the two to depart comes, they cling to the sky, fearful of their vastness, of their own spectrum. and they leave their shadows all across the blue. 
          
          when some dealings of the past resurface and in you, a raging night emerges, let the moon take over. let it spread its luminosity, its shade and its tear.
          
          treat the happenings as the dead that need to be honoured; even if it by a single good word. share their meanings and not the incidents for they could heal in others what may have been burnt to nothing in you. 
          
          after all we are nothing but the dying; and the hour is around the corner. give away your wound so you may be flawless at least in your death. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

_chanceuxx_

❝ Look at you. You're young and you're scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralysed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to, play it as loud as you want and dance to it. Go out for a drive and forget all your worries. Stop waiting for Friday, for weekend, for the perfect moment or the right time. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. This life is yours. You need to realise that you can do whatever YOU want. ❞

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (12th August 2021) 
          
          is it funny that the sun rises each day- in a ring of melancholy at first- but eventually feels its nerves brighten up with the view of moist earth? when it can merely be at the lowest, somewhere in the sky- like the buried- and be bothered least about the whining clouds. 
          
          somehow its senses are tickled by the chrysanthemums, and the lilis decorate its shine in a clinging dress. the soil lets the tears of dew to their surface aligns itself to the body of the large celebrity- in hopes of drying up their past. 
          
          the moon floats to the top of the sky, higher and higher as it can swim. albeit it is tiny, the size of a human palm- to find it beat the well of sky and fight the current of its water- only to flop on its stomach and be goofy with the earth is life. 
          
          surely, there must be somewhat a thing of interest in this land we most vehemently loathe. 
          
          definitely, there must be something of a forever in this messy group of existences, that the moon drags itself to the furthest end of its place to enjoy. 
          
          every day, hour and even minute, the sky you possibly do not even take into consideration watches your movements and takes pride in its silly observations. it finds on this planet what it is ashamed to convey through its weak language of stars and the bubbly clouds- a sort of poem it sits to fill its mouth up with.
          
          and it is through such a firm set of actions that everyday conclusions become eternal in memory. then they ne'er occur again- at least not in the same frame of events. 
          
          these immortals get passed on through words and descriptions, not lives or deaths. 
          
          in you too, there is something a little more eternal than your flesh, that has been present always. no wonder the sun and the moon hold you tenderly, and you should, simultaneously, breathe more strongly to understand that to live is not a sin or a lie. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (10th August 2021) 
          
          everyday the sun sneeks lazily into the sky; however with a face of marked difference each day. some hours to its body clings a mask of its own shadow for it longs to be not left to the sky alone. other days it fears to be seen by the ones who cast upon it a farewell glance and fly closer and nearer to it thereafter. and then, every once in a while, it wishes to hinder its existence and stop bruising those under it with its harsh demeanour. 
          
          likewise, under the guardianship of the sun, the moon takes form; here again, the phases speak for it enough. 
          
          its craters are poignantly sharp and they sting it with a mean frown for which reason it rises only as a half. other times, the sun guards authority upon its light and refuses to share the neccesary amount; thus only a quarter of its body is noticed. 
          
          the changes- no matter how trivial- make the day a little unlike those that have passed. 
          
          wake up early if you must but delay not in sensing the air in your chest during the early hours of life. peel the sun's rays and escape to its silver lines. tear down the earth below your feet and find yourself amidst the granules that you step upon without a thought. in your mind, let alone a corner for the moon to make notes for it is in need of a dark shade away from the sky; somewhere better welcomed, an area too personal.
          
          it is not a piece of new knowledge that you have abandoned your days and nights like a rotten flower, unnecessary to be tamed. the thought of growth has begun to haunt you in your soul, and even through your ribcage. 
          
          forget the regulations, there is a world beyond it. watch with squinted eyes and a palpitating heart, there are little stars you miss out on. 
          
          the more you take life for granted, the lesser it appreciates you. 
          
          besides, you have died a little yesterday, you will die a little tomorrow, so why not live today; only a little, with little? 
           #adropofhumanity