YOU MATTER.
Not the relationship you share with others,
just YOU.
Not you as a sister, as a daughter, as a wife,
Just you as a 'human being' matter.
Not you as a brother, as a son, as a husband,
Just you as a 'human being' matter.
You are someone.
Your one word of kindness can make someone's day,
Your fingerprints of kindness won't be forgotten so easily.-
Treat women as humans,
not as objects.
Can't believe this needs to be told.
Women are not in this world for your evil, grotesque, sexual release.
They are HUMAN BEINGS.-
we can't say prevention is better than cure because in this case, precaution is the cure
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All men are not the same, neither are all women the same.
It's your character, your upbringing and most importantly the people you spend time with that develops/ destroys your character.
The types of clothes you wear don't imply the character you possess, your age doesn't define your mentality or experience.
Building boys right today is better than repairing broken men tomorrow
AND
building girls right today is better than repairing broken women tomorrow.
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It's not only the old aged people who deserve respect, give respect irrespective of age, financial status and social status.
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If love was as strong as hate;
We would have a tough time differentiating
Between the scars of love and hate
BUT as love is not as strong as hate
The scars of love are beautiful
And
The scars of hate ugly
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Pity on her
Pity on him
Pity on them
Pity on the people suffering
Pity on those in poverty
Pity on those with broken hearts
Pity on those who can't heal their hearts
But is it enough? More can be done beyond pity
In fact! Much can be done, if we would stand as one-
the palm of your mothers hands running through your face and the kiss she gives you while you leave your home which would spark your mind and make your soul smile.
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"Look at her'' , she heard while walking
She lowered her gaze as she saw someone stalking,
Firm she stood, steadily she moved,
The belief she had in God was yet to be proved.
The footsteps of the stalkers seemed to come closer,
She ignored and started moving a bit faster.
Her heart was mourning for what her fault was
Praying and mumbling to her God, she decided to face them
They held her arms and insulted her badly
She cried for help but her pain was not felt
As for the people she was a mere news, a status or an instagram story maybe,
Miracle! Oh God! Miracle she cried
She punched them and pushed them away hard!
The belief she had in God was now proved
Shouting loudly, she went away
'Look at you! you've gone astray!'
With a heavy heart she looked around at people
Thanking the Lord of The heavens for making her capable!-
Yeh jo tumne khudd ko badlaa hai..
Yeh badlaa hai..ya "badla" hai
Mirza Ghalib-