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Morning Conversations – Their Pain is the Most Painful

When our friends and loved ones, who have settled in our hearts, are in pain, we feel utterly helpless before them. Firstly, because we can't alleviate their pain, the feeling of helplessness to do anything, even if it seems simple. And secondly, because we cannot conceal our emotions. The pain that afflicts us at that moment is

Write to survive

When we are happy we smile and laugh. Some of us may dance in joy while others may jump excitedly. On the contrary, in times of anger, we cry and lose interest in doing anything and everything. Some people may isolate themselves from society and cut all ties with friends or family members. Human beings vary in their reactions in times of

Eid's Calf

heart is suspended here, with the blade of the butcher's knife as it rises into the air, spinning and swaying with laughter around me, falling onto the whetstone, making its frictions a whine in my marrow. - Say a prayer for the Prophet. You wouldn't believe what I witnessed, for we were in the days of Eid.

"Does Sorrow Invalidate Certainty?"

As the season of high school results approaches, and the atmosphere is charged more with sorrow and tears than joy and laughter, comes advice such as: "Do not grieve, do not object to God's decree". They are confident that sadness and crying mean doubt, which is inconsistent with certainty. When our prophet Jacob - peace be

To My Father

To the great heart and fortified fortress that clung to my name, establishing its base, strengthening its pillars, and crafting its history. To the one whose memory continues to console me whenever nostalgia overwhelms me and my suffering prolongs. My pen humbles itself and bows down before you, apologetic... We have disrupted your