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maihonhassan · 6 months
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"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever."
"پھول کھلتے ہیں تو ہم سوچتے ہیں تیرے آنے کے زمانے آئے."
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yulia-inferis · 6 months
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Porn Is A Mans Best Friend
Porn is a mans best friend Whether alone or within his girlfriend Inside her fleshlight adversary Or as her dildo mortuary Adding to his fleshlight cemetary On a swipe away for the next veiled arbitrary For when the best of friends he can have is porn Is when the sanctity of intimacy is halved and torn
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tinyybookclub · 2 months
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The 3 Heathens: just the beginning ... (Part 1)
Alot of people hear childhood trauma and think “ wow you were abused as a kid ?” in reality we’re the product of teen pregnancy. We were conditioned by our environment to think that what we witnessed and experienced as children was normal , but thankfully we had a mom who pushed us to want more for ourselves. She put the vision in our head that we could be so much bigger than our struggles and what NYC poverty gave us. Sometimes our parents accidentally traumatize us because they dont have money.. Or they made bad decisions as a teenager.. Which definitely was the case with my mom. Her name is Christina but she ONLY goes by Tina.  ( I don't even think anyone knows my moms government name for real.) She's about 5’7 and 130 pounds , yellow as the sun , with the hottest pixie on the block. I remember dudes making Halle Berry references trying to spit game and getting brutally ignored by my mom as a kid. She always attracted a lot of attention, from both genders.. People always were inspired or influenced by my mom no matter what we went through. She grew up on the East side of Harlem raised in a middle class household as an only child.  She tells us stories about how she was a troubled teen who made her life hard all on her own by rebelling; she never once blamed her mother. My mom had my oldest brother Jared when she was 15, he’s a product of rape and my mothers good morals. He was diagnosed with autism at the age of 7. Our mom was super strict about education despite what other obstacles we went through, so Jareds regression was a dead giveaway in second grade when all of a sudden all the social skills our mother drilled in our head slowly dissipated. My twin brother Ryland and I made a pact to always protect Jared, and that we did. It got so bad in grade school they separated our schools and my mom started calling us “ The 3 Heathens”. We’re from NYC, a place where most don’t make it out. We’ve all seen a lot of crazy shit growing up and the majority of it was inside of our own home at the hands of our own father. We didn't have a mom who would necessarily neglect us and now that I’m older I understand that she had us young and was learning as she was parenting. Eventually she realized trying to keep idolizing this unrealistic idea of family with a man who was toxic to the environment and everything around him wasn't ever going to work. So no matter what trauma we’ve faced I always remind everyone she did the best she could with us, although there's times I wish she was stronger because by time she realized the ways she was  failing us .. it was too late. Too late as in , there's already trauma, broken trust and constant let downs.
As kids though, I feel like we always tried  to make the best of everything. My mom was the type of person who could decorate a whole house with dollar tree shit. It didn't matter what holiday or what her money was looking like she made sure to try and create traditions with us. My brothers and I had the craziest imaginations that would turn the NYC jungle to a magical playground and all she did was encourage us to stay innocent.  We always spent time outside in parks, riding trains, traveling tristate on the metro north,  sitting in front of buildings or simply running errands and making 1000 trips to welfare. I didn't realize until I got older that my mom only kept us out because we were living in a shelter and she wanted us to experience more than blatant poverty. That was one of the funniest things about my mom Tina . She was the bougiest welfare queen, hiding her food stamp card in stores as if she was embarrassed. That's how I knew she wanted better for us. She always said “ We will never LOOK like what we’re going through.” So we didn't. If she had to work until the sun came up she would if it meant providing. My grandma always said she had the work ethic of a man. She knew what life she wanted and she was willing to go to the ends of the earth to give it to us. Even if it meant us spending weekends with my grandma while she worked.  My grandma was there for us a lot, but by the time we were born my grandma was older. My grandma is an older lady named Treena who couldn't have children and adopted my mom when she was 40, so hopefully that gives you perspective. She helped us the best she could and my mom helped her the best she could until our grandma Treena passed away when we were 9. After that life really sucked. It broke my mom and life went downhill.
(Part 2/3 posted ✨💗)
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ahsenhaider · 2 months
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Long time?¿
ضابطے محبت کے طے ہوئے تھے یوں جانا
روٹھنا منانا پر چھوڑ کر نہیں جانا
پھر یہ ہجر کیسا ہے پھر/ یہ کیسی دوری ہے
رابطہ نہ رکھو پر / واسطہ ضروری ہے
رابطے محبت کے / توڑ کر نہ جاؤ تم
مجھ کو یوں اکیلا پھر / چھوڑ کر نہ جاؤ تم
ضابطے محبت کے / طے ہوئے تھے یوں جاناں
ہم کو سب نبھانے ہیں / امتحاں محبت کے
لازوال ہوتے ہیں / سلسلے محبت کے
وہ قسم جو کھائی تھی / توڑ کر نہیں جانا
طے ہوا تھا یہ جاناں / روٹھنا منانا ، پر
چھوڑ کر نہیں جانا
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perksofbeingaqib · 6 months
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"تَوقع" ہر دل کی تکلیف کی جَڑ ہے۔
“Expectation” is the root of all heartaches.
William Shakespeare
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zaydalix · 1 year
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She asked me why I love her, and I replied —
In your eyes, I found my universe, and in your smile, I discovered the poetry of life. With you, every moment is a love story waiting to be written. How can i not love you? You're a piece of me god placed on earth to complete me.
— @ZaydAlix
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theshasays · 4 months
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ziyaanfarooq · 8 months
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In english We say " I prayed for their one look"
But in urdu someone said;
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woh shaqs jo mujhe dikh gaya raah ma kahi, shyad koi dua qabool hogyai is baar
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hereisnxbiya · 3 months
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Remember when Shafin Khan wrote this masterpiece
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maihonhassan · 6 months
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I love you for reasons that were unknown to me. Was it your eyes? Was it your smile? Was it the way you talk? Was it the way you first looked at me? I don't know. Or maybe it as Atif Aslam said;
"Jaane teri aankhein thi ya baatein thi be wajah hove tum jo dil ki aarzo."
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yulia-inferis · 6 months
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Lucid Babble
feel time as in people As in one Harming the layers Disgusting Knocking, if he was having me Ringing, breathing Mind just like that
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iwajidshaikh · 4 months
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tera husn bhi kya kamaal hain
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observercamus · 1 year
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Guzaarish
हुज़ूर थोड़ा हटें,
ज़िंदगी को रास्ता दें,
ये मूझ तक आती हुई
रोशनी को रास्ता दें ||
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perksofbeingaqib · 6 months
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وہ منزلیں بھی کھو گئیں، وہ راستے بھی کھو گئے
جو آشنا سے لوگ تھے، وہ اجنبی سے ہو گئے
نہ چاند تھا نہ چاندنی، عجیب تھی وہ زندگی
چراغ تھے کہ بُجھ گئے، نصیب تھے کہ سو گئے
یہ پوچھتے ہیں راستے، رُکے ہو کس کے واسطے
چلو تم بھی اب چلو، وہ مہربان بھی کھو گئے !
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the-sound-ofrain · 6 months
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i did a voice over for my poem. listen to it.
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