Indeed, in [the story of] Yusuf and his brothers, there are signs for those who ask."
This verse highlights that the story of Prophet Yusuf (Joseph) and his brothers contains deep lessons and wisdom for those who reflect and seek guidance.
badi muddat bad kisi ID ka about pasand aya!
https://ngl.link/deepthought2
lemme knw yur questions!
Right now flowing like a river free and steady. Bowing only where my soul finds peace the prayer mat.
chupky se jata hun kitchen keh koi na jane magar bartanon ko bhi shor machane ka bahana mil jta ha🤦🏻♂️
He stands in the storm not seeking shelter but waiting waiting to see if the rain can wash away what even time couldnt touch. His eyes burn not with sorrow but with a fire that refuses to die. The world may call it rage, but he knows better.
It is survival.
Some wounds dont bleed. Some battles dont end. And some souls were never meant to be saved...
He stands there unshaken, his soaked silhouette merging with the night. His eyes burn not with sorrow but with a quiet rage a war waged within a rebellion against the self he refuses to become.
The thunder roars but it is nothing compared to the chaos in his mind. Each drop that touches his skin feels like a whisper from the demons he refuses to silence. And then that smile half wicked half broken. Not for the world but for himself.
For he knows the rain may cleanse the earth but it will never reach the fire in his soul.
Finally the legendary day has arrived… Saturday! The one day even the alarm thinks, Bro you deserve a break too!
You are both the fire in my veins and the wreckage of my soul, the chaos I crave and the ruin I cannot resist. It is a storm that rages through my soul, tearing me apart and remaking me in the same breath. I do not love you I love you like ruin, like chaos, like the inevitable collapse of a star that burns too brightly to last!!!
If memories shape who we are, then who are we when they begin to fade!!!
One of my friends father has passed away. I request you to please remember him in your prayers. Please!
The sky roars thunder shatters the silence and each raindrop falls like a whisper of forgotten existence dissolving into the void! just as I do.
when i see some follow to reply post:
my ego says, Why follow to speak? True thoughts shouldn’t need an invitation
The fall from peace to cruelty reveals humanity fragility. When empathy is lost the soul decays into darkness and the body remains hollowed unable to return.
Got the intent from spookyparty
tose naina laage piya saaanwre!
A boy!
burndened by unspoken love lost the ability of talk, the unvoiced emotions weave a tapestry of silent eloquence!
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