Guguri dhigu Bo Wrapped samosa Needn’t Eat or drink With Flightless birds #Day24

Is it something I want Or something I think so Something I’ve always thought Or think I do The stories we tell ourselves Are not always the same As the one we tell To those listening and those that are not But stories are just that Made up, but the narrative Is real #Day25

Rage Seething and simmering Just off the cuff Of feeling immense peace Deep within A myopic mind I find myself perturbed #Day26

Silence is golden Talk molten Freedom waning Freeform escaping Beats to the beat Sun rising heat Bless and blessings Forgone from settings #Day27

Victims In systems Breaking Insistence Blaming resistance For all of their predilections None on intentions #Day28

I see the smile Falling from grace lifted up In a breaths embrace Walls falling Bricks laying Conform for comfort Defy what is not

The evidence is clear: a young woman was brutally gang-raped and thrown from a 9-story building, a 90-foot drop. The agony she endured from those internal injuries is unimaginable, as is the grief her family now faces. Those shielding the perpetrators for political gain have

My brother Yameen Rasheed was murdered on April 23rd, 2017. Eight years later, there is still no justice. Only silence, evasion, and pain. Today, April 23rd, 2025, another brutal injustice shakes us. More violence and more silence.. #WeAreYaamyn WeAreYaamyn #JusticeForYaamyn

There is a saying That is said By those that say It says something along the lines of something you would say

♦️ May 6 marks four years since the terrorist attack on President Nasheed, yet no masterminds have been identified and justice remains undelivered. If an attempt on a former President and sitting Speaker sees no accountability, what hope is there for justice? ♦️ Yumnu's fall

Guys. I'm doing a thing. 5 years into studying Libas, what I have realized is there is so much I do not know. But this is what I have gathered so far, and it's built on what was established by Ahmed Shafeeq. And what ever happens I'll keep learning more.

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When the world flies & thoughts die Silicon takes over carbon The world sleeps As new life in thought wakes

I shudder at the thought Lost in places of abyss Where hope buries it head deep The foundlings flounder The greedy get ready No one sees the set in the setting & these are just random words with no meaning

Slipping away the torrid affair drips in trip that care Longing lust subsumed Withering things that bloom Flow attempt Art intent Beaten stories with tall tales History with tucked tails I'm all over the place But that's okay Here we go again

Flee the world Flee Run and keep on Till you see The sign Stop

It's hard to put into words What one feels Especially when feelings are caged in a reality of circumstances Yet in dreams we are happy Fulfilled, & endearing moments multiply as fundamental as the laws that govern math Surrounded by a decay in environment Light blossoms with you

If I fly I fall Up and away Into the universe Dreaming Of screams Excited To be

What comes must go The seance of indomitable will Structured fallacies And dreaming intricacies Of woven truths that lie Convincing the disbeliever Into forging a new ceaser

Home. Of my forefathers and great grandmothers. Hot. An uneasy feeling of belonging. Vast. In distance and memory, every corner a story forgotten and yet to be told.