every day feels like a constant loop trying to distract & overstimulate myself so I don’t have the time or energy to be alone with my thoughts & so I don’t kill myself
even my prayers have gone quiet. I still believe in miracles, but I no longer know what to ask for. there was a time when I could spend hours telling God everything that was in my heart, but now I just sit in silence, hoping He already knows what I need. maybe some pain becomes
ever kissed a cold dead body? hugged someone’s hand minutes before they passed? watched them take their last breath? forever remain humble. cuz i sat next to the dead body of the one person i wanted to be proud of me
FRIDAY
"Ya Allah I'm putting my whole life in your hands now, I don't know what's good for me and I don't know where life is taking me. I'm letting go, i surrender to your Qadr. I trust you to take care of everything."
Shutting down the internet and shooting protestors in the comfort of darkness is peak cowardice straight out of Israel’s playbook. All of us must speak up. All eyes on Kashmir.
You can’t claim to stand for human rights if your voice only appears for tragedies abroad. If you stay silent when innocent people at home suffer, your activism is selective.
So much happening in Kashmir and not a single tweet I'm coming across except from Kashmiris themselves?? This indifference and selfishness is the reason we are at stage we are at. At least say a few words show solidarity for your friends. Disappointing.
Those shameless journalists, influencers and actors who were dying in support of Indian student protests have gone completely blind to what's happening in Kashmir.
Imagine living in a country where people in Azad Kashmir are suffering yet the media refuses to cover it as if that part of the country doesn't even exist
Can we talk about how fucking exhausting it is, constantly trying to distract yourself from your own mind? not being able to have any real time to relax yourself because you’re so terrified of your own head, because it’s so mentally and physically draining
every time I see people being loved by their grandparents, a small part of my heart aches and yearns for that kind of love as i never even got the chance to meet one of mine, and sometimes i wonder what it would’ve felt like to have that bond