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"Kisi ke kirdar se mujhe kya Taaluq

Mujhse sawaal tho meri Niyatoun ka hoga"

Reflections in Stillness

—a gentle reminder nestled in the quietness of my heart when the one dearest to my heart said this beautiful phrase. “What do I have to do with someone else's character? Only my intentions will be questioned.” These words sit with me, heavier and more profound with every breath.

In a world that often pulls us in so many directions, where voices overlap and comparisons echo, I realize how often we are tempted to measure ourselves against others. It’s so easy to fall into the noise, to wonder how we appear, to lose ourselves in what others think or believe about us. But here, in this precious moment, surrounded by the light and shadows of other lives, I feel a gentle nudge—a call back to myself.

As I stand here, I vow to nurture that love, to hold tight to that courage, and to find strength in simply being true. The world may misunderstand; it may never see the fullness of our hearts, but in the end, we are the ones who will know if we stayed honest, if we loved deeply, if we moved with grace and with purpose.

May we learn to let go of what’s beyond our control, and may we find peace in the purity of our own intentions. May we walk gently, with love that radiates from within, and may we find our way home—no matter where we are led, no matter how loud the world becomes.

It’s not their judgments or their paths that define me. It’s the purity of what I hold inside, the quiet intentions that linger in the corners of my heart, guiding each step I take. Our lives may look different, our choices, our journeys may take us down roads unimagined, but there is a sacred beauty in that too—a beauty that blooms from intention, from kindness, from love that seeks no reward.

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Agar aap mard hain to yaha likhi hui baaton ko kahani , kisi novel ka hissa ,ya chand lines ke bajaye ek Amal ke taur pe tasleem kariyega agar aap aurat hain to yaha likhi baaton ko ek kadi naseehat samajhiyega ,

Aaj hmare ghr ek janab tashreef farmate Chand ghadiyan guzarne ke baad baaton baaton mein vo ye batate hai ki unke peshey (profession) ke barey mein unki biwi ko koi khabar nahin mohtarma ko nahin pata ki janab kya karte hain halaki unka pesha koi sharmindagi haram kaam se juda huwa nahi lekin bas janab ne zaruri nahin smjha ,

Meri ammi ki shadi kam umr mein hui amtaur pe us zamaney mein shadiyan jse huwa karti thi mere baba meri maa se umr mein kaafi badey the

Maine us waqt ghaur kiya ki meri maa ne shadi k baad graduation complete kiya baba ne ammi ko post-graduation ke liye bhi push kiya jabki unka koi dil nahin tha lekin baba ki koshishon se, sath se aur sabse badi baat apsi discussions se unki magazines, newspapers ,politics aur education mein dilchaspi badhi aur ammi ne pg k sath sath diploma bhi liya ,

hmare baba ka school tha jisko chalane me ammi ne Shana ba Shana 30 saal tak sath diya,

Lekin phir bhi kabhi apni maa ko baba se oonchi awazon mein baat krte nahin suna , na mere baba ne kbhi Aisa Kiya , meri maa kbhi mere baba ke dosto k samne ni gyi, hm 3 betiyon ko har cheez se parey tarjeeh aur taleem di ,

Aj chand mahino pehle mere papa ko brain hammeroage ho gya jis wajah se bistar pe paralyzed hain hmara school band hone ki kagar pe tha kyunki koi ladka uska waris ni logo ne baate bnani shuru kar di vo school hmari amdani ka eklauta zariya tha har shakhs ko yahi laga ki ye school band ho jyega, baba k bimar hone k bad insan ki shkl mein bhediyon ki nazrein hmari choti si family pe tik gyi lekin meri maa us saf me a k khadi ho gyi jaha mere baba khadey hote the unhone school ka management apne hath me liya aur kaha ki sabkuch wse hi continue hoga jse baba karte the, alhamdulillah hm us pareshani se bahar a gye ,

Meri ye Amal o naseehat un mardo k liye hai jo apni biwiyon aur behno ko ye samajhte ki iska hmare buisness me kya kaam, "tum kya jaan ke karogi"

" Tmhe kaha smjh ayega " agar mere baba ne 30 saal pehle ye bol k meri maa ko gharelu aurat k nam pe dayrw mein bandh diya hota to aaj shyd hum badtareen halaton ka samna kar rahe the ,

Ummed hai ki aapne ye padha hai to zindagi me iska

Amal zarur krengey ,

Ye baatein sochti hoon to lagta hai ki aurat bhi badey hi shafaqat aur classy tareeke se apne mazhabi dayron ko ikhtiyar kar ke bhi independent ban sakti hai ba shart uska baap o shauhar ek ache sathi ho

mainey ye isliye likha kyunki mjhse ehsas hua ki duniya ke kisi koney me, kisi blog mein kisi site pe ,kisi panney pe ye baat likhi honi chahiye.

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In English we say :

"People are mysterious."

But In Urdu we say:

"Dair se aatey hain mujhe log samajh main

Is baat se aksar mujhe nuksaan hua hain"

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‫دوست اور من پسند شخص ، تھوڑے سے بھی کسی اور کے ہوں تو اپنے نہیں‬

‏‫Friends and loved ones, if they belong to someone else even a little bit, they don't feel like their own.‬

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"Main nahi chahta woh mere bulaane se aaye,

Main chahta hoon woh reh naa paye aur bahane se aaye."

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“The problem was she wanted love so badly, she couldn’t tell it wasn’t love.”

— Leo Christopher

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Main tujhay dekhta hun to dair tak sochta hun,

Milnay walon main kahan hai koi tery jesa.

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WRITING THIS CUS ANSAR ASKED ME TO JOURNAL MY THOUGHTS:

it's like my brain has this strange combination of being a total softie and a complete dummy when it comes to dealing with people who treated me like a punching bag. it's like my heart's got a stubborn grip on kindness, even when folks don't deserve an ounce of it. maybe i've got this deep-rooted belief that everyone's got a glimmer of goodness hidden somewhere. or perhaps i'm just wired to see the world through rose-tinted glasses because it's easier on the soul.

bro being kind ain't the same as being a pushover. no sir, it takes some serious backbone and bravery to keep the kindness flowing, especially when it's not being returned. i'm starting to realize that i need to stand up for myself and put some fences around my own patch of happiness. i can't let people trample all over me just because i've got a soft spot for niceness. i deserve better than that.

i'm learning that being kind doesn't mean i have to tolerate mistreatment. it means i can still dish out compassion while also putting my own well-being first. it's like being a fluffy kitten with razor-sharp claws, soft on the outside, but ready to defend myself when necessary.

so, from here on out, i'll kick the toxic leeches to the curb and seek out the company of those who know how to reciprocate.

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