"Right In The Middle Of Our Life, On An Ordinary Day, The Unthinkable Happened. Everything Went From

Shooting after asking about religion is terrorism. Okay.

BUT

mob Lynching after asking about religion is not terrOrism?

firing from job after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

not giving a house after asking about religion isn't terrOrism?

bulldozing a house after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

Buying fruits after asking about religion isn't terrorism?

Killing thousands of innocent people every year in the name of cow protection isn't t terrorism?

there are people who even celebrate and support the killing of innocent people, children and women in Gaza, isn't it terrorism?

Etc, Etc, Etc.....

It is also terrorism.

Recognize the real terrorist.

When tourists were stuck in Kashmir, it was Muslims who sheltered them.

When people needed help, it was Kashmiris who fed them.

When people cried for help, it was Kashmiris who answered!

But today, when Muslims are being oppressed, you remain silent.

You turn your back when Muslims are in need.

You silence your humanity when the victim is a

Muslim!

Was the kindness invisible? Or was your hatred always louder?

I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me.

sudden urge to just

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen

(Thank you so much guys from 200+ followers, I'm super grateful :-) )

Aankhein teri kitni haseen

Wo kehte haina ke cheezein apne waqt mai qaid hai, jab sahi waqt ata hai toh sab hojata hai.

There's an art to oversharing while simultaneously making sure that people still know nothing about you.

this cat was trapped in my building shaft and i rescued him from there and ever since he is living with me.

The relationships that bring us pain, we must learn to let go of them, no matter how much it hurts. It may feel unbearable now, but sometimes, walking away is the only way to find peace. They may return one day, but by then, they will no longer hold a place in our hearts. Because the truth is, they never come back out of love or appreciation—they return only when regret consumes them, when they realize what they lost.

The ones who caused our suffering, the ones whose words or actions made us cry, may not see our worth today. But time has a way of revealing everything. The pain they gave us today will turn into the regret that haunts them tomorrow. And when they finally understand what they lost, when they wish they could turn back time, it will be too late.

no hope of being held