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You were strangers with people before you become friends with them. and it is the worst thing in life if you again become strangers with them. It really hurts. but the most tragic part is that it is only you who gets hurt over it. The other ones don’t feel anything for losing you.
They just want to hurt you and you are hurting more for seeing them having no feelings for you. Now the ones you once loved are turned into a zombie, who just want to hurt you with no feelings of regret for doing so. and then every body you once loved turned into the same zombie and you end up being the only Human being in the city of Zombies. and then you release that the problem is not the zombies any more but you yourself for not becoming a Zombie and still being a Human. and then you are just screaming for help and wishing from those zombies to come and hurt you and turn you into one of them.
The word for Humans in Arabic is ” Insan” which means two things, one is the ones who feel Love, unlike animals they don’t have love,like a mother snake would eat its egg inorder to survive, but a Human mother won’t do that. So humans have love, humanity is defined by Love. and the Other meaning of word ” insan ” is forgetful. Yes we Humans are forgetful . But Me operates bit Differently, i have a Strong Memory, like real real Strong memories. and the key to have a strong memory is living in the Moments. I live in the moment and connect that moment with the time and date and remember each and everything exactly. if a certain moment is not worth for me i won’t remember it and that is defined by the moments spend with Loved one. if Some one is Loved one to me and i have a happy or sad moment with them i will live in that moment and connect it with my memory and it will linger on my mind for ever.
Now this is my Special power and it can be a Curse some times. actually most of the times. Actually ,Humans are not Loving any more, they are mean. they just come and go in my life. i get attached to them. and then they leave just like that. and then the worst part happens. Me trying so hard to forget them. like praying to Allah , ya Allah erase those memories from my mind. unlike computer where you just delete a file and recycle it and its gone for ever. but here its different. People just go out of my life but their memories don’t and they just make my nostalgic life gloomy. Yes i do believe that everything in life has a Purpose, people come and go to give us a lesson. and i never learnt my lesson. and even having a Strong Memory , I remember everything but keep on forgetting the one who gave me this ability to remember things. So this part makes me “Insan”. Who remember everything but forgets one that he is the only ONE not to be Remembered .
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It was late at night and the whole village was surrounded by the Silence.it wasnot cloudy so the whole village was visible in the Moon Light. Every where was Serenity. The Trees were humbled and bowing down to praise the Glory of their Creator.
In the Midst of Night Bholla was Sobbing in tears while every one else was sleeping in serenity.Bholla was crying on Losing some one he loved the most.So he was saying ” This life sucks,nothing lasts permanently,Moments of happiness never last forever, I always end up letting go people i love the most.and i go through this melancholic state alone.it breaks me from inside. im sick of my life. I want to die ” . He got out of his quilt,stood up wiping away his tears moving towards the washroom. And he glanced through the window and stared at the soothing scene. So he thought to his self ” Why are these trees so calm ? Why they have no sadness ? when they have nothing at all if compared to me? ” and then he realized all this long he was the only one being ungrateful to his Creator. “Allah has given me so many things, he has given me eyes to see, given me this perfect working body,given me the best parents, given me the most stupid and annoying friends,.Yet i never thanked him for all of it. and i just lost one person and Losing my mind,I’m complaining about my life.That is why the Arabs have the word “Disbeliever ” to describe an Ungrateful person.” So he realized what was going wrong in his life. and to mend everything he wronged he utterly said ” Al-hamdulillah, Indeed you are the Most Merciful Allah,You kept giving me all this long yet i never thanked you for all what you have given me , Please forgive me for being ungrateful ” .and Just after saying those words,there was a smile on his face and tranquility in his heart.
So Allah took away something from him to teach him something far greater. That is why Rumi said ” The Wound is the place where the Light enters you ” .
“And He gives you of all that you ask Him; and if you count Allah’s favors, you will not be able to number them; most surely man is very unjust, very ungrateful.” (14:34)
Let my tears roll down
let them rain on the ground
Does my heart make any Sound?
Will time heal these wounds?
Is this suffering has any End?
You Broke things but you don’t want to Mend,
I know you don’t care
so I will stop bothering you around
this way you won’t have to pretend
its time to let go of you Friend
Why do we cry ? when some one hurts us,or some one betray us,or Men will cry if some one kick them in balls.there are different reasons for crying.Some are tears of happiness too.The best definition of tears was explained in the film “City of angels ” .Where “Seth” is an angel asking a Doctor “Maggie” reason for crying.
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