the pigeon doesn’t understand your disdain for it; it coos for you anyway. the tree does not know you own an axe for it; its leaves sway in the sun anyway. the starving cat eats the poison you put out. it doesn’t know how not to trust. the earth forgives you, in spite of yourself
I know living in Swat and Kalam shouldn't be glamorised, but I once met this guy there who said he left his urban job to retire to manage his dad's lodge and read French literature all day beside the Swat river. What a life.
Connecting young people to digital networks serves no purpose if they remain disconnected from themselves, others, and their own interiority. We must help young people rediscover silence, reflection, the ability to ask questions, the depth of relationships, and openness to transcendence. To listen to the soul, we must lend an ear, because the soul's voice is not a shout, but a whisper.
we were not meant to be compartmentalized and diagnosed like this lmao there’s no way all of u on here have Never people pleased or been avoidant or anxious or jealous or a little Messy ever like you are a Human and Humans famously have Ugly Feelings that’s what it’s all about
when i'm talking to someone who doesn't speak urdu and i want to say khair but i end up saying anyway and then i sit a bit forlorn because what is anyway next to khair, the great affability of khair