Pensive

He is an avid reader.
Novels then, old chats now. ๐Ÿ˜

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Doomed

He was staring blankly to his phone
which never rang. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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Gaza ~ An open air prison

“The Rocket may be above us,
but they have forgotten that
Allah is above them” ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

~ A Palestinian Child.

Weย don’t need to be a Muslim to stand up for Gaza, weย just need to be Human. #BeKind #Dua #PrayforGaza

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Stranded

And..

In the blink of an eye,
everything that meant anything to Him,

was gone.. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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Inarticulate

He loved her in silence..
Maybe, because he was scared of

Rejection in vocal. ๐Ÿ˜

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Equivocation

I read her blog, again and again.
This time with a little more attention.

I read the lines.
I read in-between the lines.

And then I realized,
that
the tears she talks about,
are not the tears of joy. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

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In Her Words

And then she paused, and spoke into silence..

“In our generation,
Trust is something that seems to be diminishing with time.

We have trust issues due to past relationships or friendships
that didn’t go well,
so we take them with us and add to the baggage we already
carry. ๐Ÿ˜

The past is called the past for a reason.
It happened, and there is ultimately nothing we can do about it.
But, for some reason, it seems like a hard thing to let go of for some people. ๐Ÿ˜

If we let our pasts define our futures, we will never get ahead.
Continually, going back to what happened can keep you from seeing
what is happening.”

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