I spend one good day and then the inner guilt just consumes me , I'm not supposed to be happy when my father my hero is no more .There is something inside consuming me day by day and I can't get rid of it everyday I wake up with this guilt and go to bed with the same guilt
i spend one good day and then the inner guilt just consumes me, im not supposed to be happy when my mother's this ill. There is smth inside consuming me day by day, and i can't get rid of it. Every day i wake up with this guilt, and late night i go to bed with the same
while others will tell me off as pretentious and arrogant, im just someone who goes off quiet when smth hurts me. I grew silent when i saw my mother being wheeled away covered in white. I grew silent when I saw the loml going away, and i became happy in his happiness. I grow
They often ask you to stay strong
Friends
Relatives
Strangers
They’d think you’re depressed
And hopeless
And they’ll talk about how negative you’re
Until one day you cease to exist
And they’ll all come talking about mental health
And will make sad faces at your funeral
Cherish your mother while she’s still alive.
Believe me, you’ll be yearning to hear her voice
You’ll keep calling her number but no one will pick it up
May you never regret your present behaviour with her, when she’s no longer here with you
So where's home?
Where do I belong?
Where do I lay my tired bones to rest?
Where would chirping birds for me, sing merry songs?
"Home,Sweet Home",bitter lies...
Where would I not have to cry muffled cries?
For all this hell that I've been through,
Where is my share of paradise?
four years ago when i left home for university my mama had said, ‘ab ghr se door ho, apne kheyal khud rkhna prega’ and now four years later im home but with mama gone, and as i lay down suffering from 102 fever, i wanna say to mama: ‘ab ghr hun pr ab bhi apna kheyal khud e rkhna
It's quite difficult to find a nice religious guy who offers Salah five times a day, fears Allah, makes over eight figures per year, got foreign citizenship, and lives in Gulf countries and enjoys travelling the world.Who lowers his gaze when he sees a woman.
میرے بابا کی کلائی پہ ایک گھڑی تھی۔ اس گھڑی تلے ایک نبض اور ہمارا اچھا وقت رواں تھا۔
اور پھر___!! اچانک ایک دن گھڑی، نبض اور اچھا وقت تھم گئے💔
#FathersDay
I spend one good day and then the inner guilt just consumes me , I'm not supposed to be happy when my father my hero is no more .There is something inside consuming me day by day and I can't get rid of it everyday I wake up with this guilt and go to bed with the same guilt
i spend one good day and then the inner guilt just consumes me, im not supposed to be happy when my mother's this ill. There is smth inside consuming me day by day, and i can't get rid of it. Every day i wake up with this guilt, and late night i go to bed with the same