يَا لَيْتَهُ يَعْلَمُ أَنِّي لَسْتُ أَذْكُرُهُ
وَكَيْفَ أَذْكُرُهُ إِذْ لَسْتُ أَنْسَاهُ

يَا مَنْ تَوَهَّمَ أَنِّي لَسْتُ أَذْكُرُهُ
وَاللَّهُ يَعْلَمُ أَنِّي لَسْتُ أَنْسَاهُ

إِنْ غَابَ عَنِّي فَالرُّوحُ مَسْكَنُهُ
مَنْ يَسْكُنِ الرُّوحَ كَيْفَ القَلْبُ يَنْسَاهُ؟

life sometimes feels like an endless maze with no clear direction. You walk and walk, hoping to find a way out, but every path seems to lead you back to the same place. The feeling of being lost is not just about not knowing where to go, but also not knowing who you are anymore.
there are moments when everything becomes unclear — dreams fade, plans collapse, and even the simplest choices feel heavy. You try to hold on, but the more you try, the more everything slips through your fingers. It is a quiet kind of pain, one that lives inside you without making a sound.
yet, in the middle of this confusion, there is something strangely human about being lost. It means you are still searching, still feeling, still alive. Maybe being lost is not the end of the road, but the beginning of finding a new path — one you never expected, but one that might finally lead you to yourself.

Eid Mubarak💛

but you never noticed the tears between the lines of my message.”

I wrote to you with a heart full of unspoken pain, but you only saw words, not the tears behind them.
every sentence carried a silent cry, yet you never paused to feel what I truly meant.
between the lines, I was breaking slowly, and you never noticed I was asking to be understood.

‏{حَسْبُنَا اللَّهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ}

دَعِ السَّوادَ الذي يَغشى ضَمائِرَهُم
وعِشْ نَقِيًا فِداكَ القَالُ والقِيــــلُ

تَهادَى الغُروبُ على سَفحِ وادٍ
وَسالَتْ بِقَلبي هُمومُ الفِراقِ

7:27

‏{حَسْبُنَا اللَّهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ}

The sun and the moon are like two lovers—
they never meet, yet they never stop caring
one waits in silence while the other shines,
and somehow, they keep the world in balance.

12:24