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pyaariposting · 13 days
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mohsin ye rang roop ye raunaq baja magar
maiñ zinda kya rahuñ ke mera jee toh bhar gya
- mohsin naqvi
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pyaariposting · 14 days
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pyaariposting · 14 days
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"Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa"
and then,
"Toh phir aao mujh ko sataao,
toh phir aao mujhko rulaao"
the absence of someone reaches to a point when their presence is all you need
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pyaariposting · 19 days
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i will miss you, O Ramadan!
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pyaariposting · 1 month
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Musa عليه السلام ne Allah se pucha : Maiñ aapko kahan talaash kru?
Allah ne jawab dia : Toote dilon ke paas, ke Maiñ roz unke kareeb hota hoon, agar aisa na hota to, wo bikhar jaate!"
Ibn Al-Qayyim (رَحِمَهُ الله)
Musa عليه السلام asked Allah: Where shall I seek you?
Allah said: Near the broken hearts, for I get close to them everyday, had it not been for that, they would collapse!"
Ibn Al-Qayyim (رَحِمَهُ الله)
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pyaariposting · 1 month
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Musa عليه السلام asked Allah: Where shall I seek you?
Allah said: Near the broken hearts, for I get close to them everyday, had it not been for that, they would collapse!"
Ibn Al-Qayyim (رَحِمَهُ الله)
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pyaariposting · 2 months
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ever so often i catch myself wondering about what kind of a girl my mother must’ve been? i have seen the corpses of her dreams. they are in buried in her weary eyes, underneath the feigned tranquility. i’m sure before they were smothered under the weight of her responsibilities, they must’ve been glittery and vivid. she must’ve devised plans to seize those opportunities.
when i see her pictures from decades ago, they still speak to me. they are in awe of my beauty that resembles her so significantly. yet, they never ask me any questions about her desires & fantasies. because i think she had already predicted it. and it breaks my heart the same, how even today, she tries so diligently to veil her suffering.
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pyaariposting · 3 months
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humari chorhi hui udaasi se
saat naslein udaas hongi
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pyaariposting · 4 months
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إن لم تكن جراح الأمة في قلبك فأنت جراح في قلب الأمة
If the wounds of the Ummah are not felt in your heart, then you are the wound in the heart of the Ummah.
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pyaariposting · 4 months
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" Koi nahi marta kisey ke beghair "
We often hear this line whenever someones tries to tell their grief when they lose someone. Yes, it's true
" Agar aap saans chalney ko zindagi guzarna kehtey hain toh waqayi koi nahi marta "
But no one talks about
" Humein zindagi jeeney thi guzarni nahi thi "
And then Jaun elia said
" Jo guzari na ja saki humse , humne wo zindagi guzari hai "
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pyaariposting · 5 months
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jo sitam chahe hum pe karo jaane do,
yun na roka karo jaane do yun na roka karo,
tumne iss morr pe saath chora mera,
jab yakeen tha k manzar badal jayen ge,
tum chale jao daaman chura k piya dekhna,
hum bhi jaan se guzar jayen ge,
hum na dekhe ge murr k teri rah guzer,
phir bhale rah takte raho...phir bhale rah takte raho,
jane do yun na roka...jane do yun na roka karo.
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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meri bebasi mujhpe zaahir hai lekin, tumhari tamanna tumhaari tamanna
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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“ grief is all the times their name comes up randomly amidst conversations, and a painstaking smile treads its way into your lips. grief is the shake of  your head while you say   to yourself - what a blessing it has been to know you.
                                   grief is the soft dentures under your eyes since the day they’ve left , the lines almost blending in pale light.
grief is the way your eyes light up when someone mentions them. the way you still remember the warm embrace of their arms. the way you close your eyes and see their face, as real as ever.
the way you have to stop yourself from taking one more cup out from the cabinet when making tea. the way your lips form their name on its own when you come back home and you’ve to hold yourself back.  
it is the tears that wells in the corner of your eyes and the love hurting in your heart. ”
- notes on grief 
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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sometimes i think adulthood just means constantly searching for and chasing that joy you so effortlessly felt during your childhood
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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“Gaza is a cemetery!” - 🇮🇱
#GenocideInGaza
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pyaariposting · 6 months
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aur Allah ko nahin btate ki meri mushkil kitni badi hai mushkil ko ye btate hain ki mera Allah kitna bada hai !
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