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So I Stopped Expressing

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Memories are Carnivorous

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To be betrayed, heartbroken, and angry—and still not let violence become your voice—that’s the greatest form of courage and discipline.

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The Illusion of Connection:
When Social Media Masks a Silent Struggle

By Md Amjad Ali

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Sometimes I wonder, how much betrayal and disrespect do we forgive, simply because our love for that person outweighs our own self-worth?

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Ramadan's whisper echoes, a bittersweet ache.
A longing that grips me in this foreign place.
I'm a student, far from home's gentle side,
Where love and laughter once were my constant guide.

The mosques' calls, a familiar melody,
Stir memories of loved ones, of Ramadan's warmth and glee.
Mother's iftar, a spread of love and golden light,
Elder's taraweeh, a guiding presence through the dark of night.

In this new city, I search for a taste
Of the Ramadan magic that only home can create.
The smell of samosas, the sound of children's delight,
A sense of belonging that only family can ignite.

But even in solitude, I find a peaceful nest,
Where faith and memories entwine, a warm and familiar rest.
The Quran's words, a comforting whisper in my ear,
A reminder of the blessings that bring me cheer.

So I'll hold on to these emotions, and cherish this sacred time.
And though I'm far from home, I'll find my way to the joy that's mine.
The joy, the peace, and the love of Ramadan's blessed day
Will guide me through the darkness, and lead me on my way.

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If I could give her just one gift, it would be the ability to see herself through my eyes. Only then would she realize how truly special she is to me. She lights up my life with her every smile and laugh. She's the best thing to ever happen to me, and she's more than words can ever express to me, today & any day.
 

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"Before I Die"
 
Before I die, you must know this truth: 
I always cry at midnight, lost in my youth, 
Afraid of losing you, a shadow in the dark, 
Each tear a whisper, each sigh a spark. 
 
I always overthought, my mind a restless sea, 
Stalking through your accounts, seeking what could be. 
I hated myself for not being enough, 
In the silence of my heart, I found the road so rough. 
 
I tried my best to win your heart; it’s true. 
With every gesture, every word, all for you. 
I prayed in quiet moments, hoping you would see, 
That love was wrapped in every thought of me. 
 
So here’s my confession, as the night turns to day, 
My heart has held your name in every single way. 
Before I die, know this: my love was never small. 
In every midnight tear, I gave you my all.

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मुझे लोगों की ज्यादा बातें सुनना पसंद नहीं क्योंकि मेरे कान ठंडे हो जाते हैं; उनकी बातें बोझ जैसी लगने लगती हैं। लेकिन जब तुम बोलती हो तो मुझे अच्छा लगता है। तुम्हारी आवाज़ वो मधुर ध्वनि है जो मैंने आज तक कभी नहीं सुनी। यह मेरे कानों को गर्माहट देता है, मुझे मेरी परेशानियों को भूला देती है जैसे वो कभी थीं ही नहीं। तुम्हारे शब्द समय को तेज़ी से आगे बढ़ाते हैं और मुझे इससे नफ़रत है क्योंकि मैं कभी नहीं चाहता कि यह ख़त्म हो। तुमको सुनना थेरेपी जैसा लगता है; यह वास्तविकता से मेरा पलायन है, मेरी ख़ुशी है। तुम्हारी हर छोटी-छोटी बात मेरे लिए मायने रखती है। मुझे तुम्हें सुनना अच्छा लगता है।

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