World of Words

Did the mountains call me, or are they echoing your cry for my presence? Zuv, when shall this torment of yearning end, so that i shall find ...

Maybe, just maybe on a parallel universe, or at a different time and space, I'd wake up, to the blessed sight of you, in serenity sleepi...

There's a blade that cuts through my fingers as i spill these words, so if they are stained of red, my dear fret not they ar...

There's so much I want to tell you. It feels like everything in this world should pause so that we can have a conversation. Or maybe I s...

Another Ramadan is here and I am excited like a child. When I heard the imam start Takbeer I felt my heart expand and lighten. Every stress ...

There is a means of kindness I find myself surrounded by at the moment. A sense of ease is endured and I know how my Lord has opened the spe...

Man so flawed dared to use the word "perfection". Proof again of how limited and imperfect we are. .