After I've lost my father, I've realized when we cry for the love of temporary people in our life it's the most hurtful thing we do to ourselves. When I can live without the piece of my heart somehow, then nobody else's absence or presence matter. 💔
There’s too much jealousy going around. Do what you must without having to shout out to the world. Success isn’t loud. Work in silence. There’s no need to tell the world your next move. The Almighty knows and He is the only One who deserves to know everything.
Don’t be mean to others. Don’t hold their past against them. As long as they’re making progress, no matter how slow, that’s good enough. Remember, to the Almighty, it’s the intention that matters.
there is nothing more wholesome than someone who wants nothing but your company. You are having your worst day and they still choose to sit with you in silence.
The moments when you realise that some friends do feel like home>>>
Har shakhs andar se khatam horaha hai. kisi ne pictures lena chordi, kisi ne achy kapre pehenna chorh diya, kisi ko muhabbat karne se dar lag rha hai, kisi ko tanhai pasand hai, koi rishtadaro se nahi mil raha, kisi ko roz " mai theek hun" ka drama karna parhta hai. It hurts
What separation does to us. The heart that never settles. The aches that never end. The longing that remains the same. But life, it never stops. So we move, hiding the matters of heart till next world!
بچھڑ گئے تو یہ دل عمر بھر لگے گا نہیں
لگے گا لگنے لگا ہے مگر لگے گا نہیں