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I think about how I grew up so fast. Not because I wanted to—but because I had to. They said, "You’re so mature for your age," as if that was something to be proud of. But they never saw the cost of that maturity— how I traded lullabies for silence, toys for responsibilities, childhood dreams for adult worries before I even knew how to spell childhood. I have always been more than what I needed to be what I wanted to be. A child with grown-up expectations. A soft heart hardened by survival. The...

It’s strange, isn’t it? How you can fall for the same person more than once. I don’t know when exactly it happened—but somewhere between your laugh and the way you look at me like I matter, I fell for you all over again. And this time, deeper than before. There’s something about you that brings out a part of me I never knew existed. A softness. A fierceness. A desire to protect you from anything that could ever bring harm to your heart. If I could, I would wrap the world in safety just for you...

I think about how I can bring happiness to the one who fills my life with light. How I can return even a fraction of the joy and warmth you have given me. I wonder how I can make your days softer, your burdens lighter, and your heart as carefree as it was in childhood—when laughter was effortless, and worries were fleeting. I want to be the reason your eyes sparkle with excitement, the reason your soul feels at peace, the reason you find comfort in the simplest of moments. I think about the fir...

Often we hear that men should not cry, or that men do not feel, and if they do, they must hide those emotions. Something so wrecking to an individual's way of thinking. If you cry, you're weak. If you're angry, you're violent. If you treat women right, you're a suck-up. If you're secure and strong, you have too big of an ego, but if you feel self-doubt, you're insecure and worthless. If you work out too much, then you're trying too hard, but if you don't work out enough, then you're not a "man...

To My Best Friend: To have a best friend like you is one of the greatest blessings I have been given. You are a light in my darkest moments, a hand reaching for mine when I feel like I am drowning. To be able to cry in your arms over the things that hurt the most in life is a gift so rare, so precious, that I will never take it for granted. You are the person who never turns away, no matter how broken I feel. The one who listens without judgment, who sees my flaws and loves me still. You are t...

One of the most powerful things in life is caring for each other. It is the unseen thread that binds souls together, the gentle force that turns ordinary moments into cherished memories. When you care about someone, truly care, it is not just in the grand gestures or the extravagant words—it is in the smallest acts of love that echo the loudest. Find someone you care deeply about. Maybe it’s a friend who has been feeling lost, a sibling who hides their struggles behind a smile, or a parent who ...

Disclaimer: I am not a scholar and I still have lots of learning to do myself, what is written below is what I have currently learned throughout my life being muslim, and although I was given the blessing to be born into a muslim family, I still have a long way to go to find the truth about islam that is not mixed in with culture and familial traditions. I want to make clear this writing piece is a simply baseline of Islam and I suggest checking out, Jannah Institute by Dr. Haifaa Younis, or Yaq...

Walking into a children's hospital causes the most pain. To see children so young, so innocent and vulnerable being robbed of their childhood. Being robbed of the happiness of health. Something so many of us take for granted. I think to myself, what if that were me, in that same situation. Would I be able to have the same smile these children have on their face? The hope radiates through their words. The halls sing with a quiet sorrow, a lullaby of beeping machines, whispers of nurses, soft fo...

Our own minds are a curse, cursing the way we think, the way we feel, Maybe if we believed we could be loved, we would be, and maybe if we believed we were worth it, we would be, What if we turned off our minds? Would we feel the happiness we are seeking? Would we be able to love how we're meant to love? Would we be able to be loved how we dreamed to be? But how can we stop the storm that was self made, A tornado of fears, that eats us up. The echo of fears grows louder than ...

History is different to everyone. History is stories of real people. Their struggles and triumphs, their joys and sorrows. Experiences that shaped what the world is today. Everyone has a different meaning of history. A deeper meaning behind each story, each perspective, each event. History can be good or bad, but will always leave a profound effect on an individual and for the generations to come after them. Flowers dancing through the breeze, buffalo prancing through the sunlit spring fields,...

Point Of View A Palestinian Child : I am a kid just like any other kid, I enjoy playing football with my friends, watching my favorite tv show and especially eating my mothers homemade grape leaves. Little did I know all of that could change in a blink of an eye. On October 13th 2023, my world changed forever with a full scale invasion into Gaza. I was terrified. I never thought I would find myself in a war, I have only read about war in books and saw them in movies. Missiles started soaring ac...

To my beloved, I have never loved someone so dear. Allah knows my love for them is deep, I know my love for them is deep. The love that is felt is a love like no other. It's a love that Allah described to us. The love that brings you close to him, the love that brings your mind peace and your heart happiness. A love like no other, that when that love is gone it will be like a death within your own heart. A heart that was connected to theirs 50,000 years ago, holding you together, as one. ...