The destination stood before me, my own voices trailed behind. To move was to lose, to pause was to abandon the road.

"Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, who are they ?? we say (La ilaha illallah, Muhammadun rasulullah'' -Safynaz Kazem im actually in love with her lmao

Is this loneliness or freedom?

The biggest scam in Pakistan is the wedding culture. Decades of savings down the drain. Wasting millions on people that hold no real value to us and then going back to be broke for the next 5 years. What a scam.

Felt the sun and immediately felt great, I’m literally a flower

The essence of civilizations reveals itself at critical historical junctures. The positions taken by Spain, China, Russia, Türkiye, Italy, and Egypt against the warmongering and crimes of the Zionist regime stem from their deep cultural and historical roots.

Your brain recognizes the shape of a tree in 50 milliseconds, way before you're consciously aware of what you're seeing. And within seconds, your stress levels start to drop, not because of fresh air but because of the shape itself. Trees are what mathematicians call a fractal.

His words were too beautiful not to translate.

C.S. Lewis: all love requires risk

He enjoys the sun

من عاشقِ چشمِ مستِ یار استم!

i hope i’m a kind stranger in someone’s memories

Today, for the first time in 10 months, I went to Gaza sea. People were there in their last refuge., their only remaining hope is here. Everything behind them is destroyed, so they look to this beautiful sea, the last thing that Israel hasn’t been able to destroy or bulldoze.

Most people don’t appreciate at all how beautiful the world is.

Dear God, Remove the fear that keeps me small and replace it with faith that reminds me I was made for more.

Can't decide between going to china again for a degree in mining engineering or opening a beef burger cart in my hometown. Someone help!

Indeed, no one despairs of relief from Allāh except the disbelieving people. اِنَّهٗ لَا يَايْـَٔسُ مِنْ رَّوْحِ اللّٰهِ اِلَّا الْقَوْمُ الْكٰفِرُوْن Yusuf 12:87

my skin is the loneliness I live in my skin untouched by your lips my skin longing for your fingertips my skin becoming ashes my skin waiting for your hands my skin the willing vessel my skin a holy grave my skin a thousand pages waiting to be written