Whispers of the Soul by Nadia Nizam

It has been said, `'time heals all wounds.' I don't agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. I sit back and observe every person in my life, whether we talk everyday or not. I know who motivates me and cares for me genuinely. I also know who can talk about me, behind me and to find something to gossip about just to pass time with but also smiles in my face. I know who I can trust and who to keep distance with.Whether I say anything or let you be fake... Trust me...I know. My silence speaks volumes and my absence will let you know exactly where I stand. I'm not one to respond or react to fools. I remove myself from them. I know my place in people's lives and act accordingly. It's not pride, it's self respect. And I think there are two things you don't fight for & that is true love and true friends. They come naturally in your life by the grace of God.  ...

 People will always talk behind my back, so I make sure to give them an interesting topic. Be prepared for those who have taken advantage of my kindness to manipulate the narrative to suit their needs. The tables have finally turned, and now I stand tall. I refuse to be walked over any longer. My side of the story may not matter anymore, but life has happened. It has hurt me, and I have healed. Most importantly, I have learned who deserves a place at my table and who will never sit at it again. I no longer allow people to bring chaos into my life. I have learned that I deserve peace, and I don't have to beg for love. I have learned that I am allowed to choose who I want to be around and who I want to keep away from me. This life is truly mine, and I won't feel guilty for seeking tranquility. I am fully prepared to be the villain in their story because I have finally stood up for myself. I don't seek revenge; I move on and let karma do all the dirty work. 

 Toxic individuals can be incredibly adept at hiding their true intentions. They often present a facade that appears friendly, supportive, and caring. However, beneath this veneer lies manipulation, deceit, and emotional abuse. Their actions can leave you feeling drained, vulnerable, and questioning your self-worth. This behavior is not always limited to friends or acquaintances; it can also manifest within your own family, where it can be even more damaging due to the inherent trust and closeness of family bonds. Family dynamics can be particularly challenging because of the expectations that come with them. We are often taught to believe that family is a safe haven, a source of unconditional love and support. While this is true for many, it’s important to recognize that family members can also be toxic. Their familiarity and longstanding presence in your life can make it difficult to identify their harmful behavior. The realization that a family member is toxic can be painful, bu...

When a husband thinks that diffusing the situation is defending, it's not. Diffusing tells his family and friends that they can get away with their behavior without facing any consequences. Whenever a wife tries to talk to him about his family's hypocritical, sarcastic, and degrading behavior, he will always deny it or question her negative feelings. When it comes to his own family, he will often try to change the topic or stay silent, which makes her feel like she should just keep quiet. However, if the topic is about his wife's family, he becomes very vocal and no one can stop him. When a husband openly discusses and makes fun of his wife's family issues while avoiding discussions about his own family and defending them, it creates an imbalance in the relationship. This behavior can cause emotional distress for the wife, making her feel hurt, disrespected, and invalidated. It also strains trust and creates tension within the marriage. The wife may feel unsupported, un...

 In a land not too far, where chaos did brew, Lived a sister-in-law, quite a handful, it's true. She'd visit her parents' home without any care, Leaving her bhabhi and bhai in despair. With no notice or warning, she'd show up unannounced, Bringing chaos and havoc, the peace was trounced. Her visits were frequent, like a whirlwind she'd come, Disrupting the household, leaving no room for calm. Bhabhi would sigh, her patience wearing thin, As sister-in-law interfered with a mischievous grin. She'd poke and prod, seeking attention each day, Leaving poor bhai caught in the middle, they'd say. The mother and daughter-in-law, once so close, Now had a strained relationship, everyone knows. Sister-in-law's interference caused strife and dismay, Leaving poor momma's heart in disarray. She'd boast about herself, with pride in her voice, Talking highly of her achievements, oh, what a choice! But the family saw through her airs and her lies, Rolling their ey...

 In a land of marital turmoil and strife, Where husbands and wives lead separate lives, There lived a couple, oh, what a sight, With family drama, they'd often fight. When the husband diffused, he thought he defended, But alas, his actions were not well intended. He let his family off the hook, consequence-free, Leaving his wife feeling oh-so full of glee. She'd try to express her disdain and her pain, But he'd deny, question, and make her refrain. When it came to his kin, he'd change the topic, Leaving her silenced, feeling microscopic. But mention her family, oh, what a treat, No one could stop him, he'd go on a feat. He'd openly mock, make jokes and jest, Leaving her family feeling quite distressed. This imbalance they had, oh, it was grand, Causing emotional distress across the land. She felt hurt, disrespected, invalidated too, While he defended his own, her concerns he'd eschew. Trust and communication began to erode, As her experiences were ignored, s...

 In the depths of her soul, a mother's love resides, A symphony of emotions, where love eternally abides. She nurtures and protects, like a guardian angel's grace, Guiding her children through life's intricate maze. With a touch as tender as a feather's gentle caress, She comforts and consoles, banishing distress. Her words, like honeyed melodies, soothe every fear, Whispering encouragement, wiping away each tear. In her embrace, there's solace from the storms that brew, A sanctuary where dreams are born, where hope rings true. She listens with unwavering patience and care, Her heart an open haven, always ready to share. A mother's love knows no boundaries or bounds, It transcends time and space, in infinite surrounds. She celebrates their triumphs, in each victory she basks, And in their failures, she offers strength to rise above the tasks. Her sacrifices, unseen, like silent acts of grace, She pours her heart and soul into every embrace. From sleepless nights...

 Oh, Pakistan, the land of woes, Where misery thrives and jealousy flows. Depression, competition, and hatred so grand, A toxic brew in this desolate land. Everyone claims to be a victim of envy, While secretly plotting their own treachery. Accepting others' happiness? Oh, what a joke, In this land of bitterness, it's all smoke. The poor struggle for their daily bread, While the rich chase after more they can spread. An unending battle, a never-ending strife, Where material possessions define one's life. Dishonesty, mistreatment, hypocrisy galore, Some will go to any length, that's for sure. Forcing their opinions with no regard, Leaving others wounded, their spirits scarred. In families, a toxic game is played, Siblings manipulate, hearts betrayed. Seeking approval, a sense of pride, In the eyes of parents, they strive to reside. Guilt-tripping children, a common theme, Comparisons made, crushing self-esteem. A tight-knit joint family, a suffocating prison, No room for...

عورت کو شوہر کا کھانا گرم کرنے یا موزہ ڈھونڈنے میں کوئی خاص مسئلہ نہیں ہوتا۔ نفیس مزاج کی عورتیں تو ویسے بھی ٹانگیں سمیٹ کر بیٹھنا پسند کرتی ہیں۔ ہر لڑکی کی خواہش ہوتی ہے کہ اسے مناسب رشتہ مل جائے۔ ڈوپٹہ سر پر لینے سے آج تک کسی عورت کی موت واقع نہیں ہوئی۔ آج کل کتنی عورتوں کے دس بچے ہیں کہ یہ شکایت کی جائے کہ عورت بچہ پیدا کرنے کی مشین ہے؟ یہاں تو تین سے زیادہ بچے رکھنے والے گھر شاذ و نادر ہی ملتے ہیں۔ یہ مسائل عورت کے اصل مسائل نہیں ہیں۔ عورت کا اصل دکھ یہ ہے کہ تیزاب گردی کے واقعات پیش آتے ہیں۔ عورت کا دکھ یہ ہے کہ پسند کی شادی پر اسے قتل کیا جاتا ہے۔ عورت کا مسئلہ یہ ہے کہ اگر وہ طلاق لینا چاہے تو وہ نہیں لے سکتی۔ عورت کا دکھ یہ ہے کہ وہ اپنے رشتے بھیجنے کی آزادی نہیں رکھتی۔ عورت کا دکھ یہ ہے کہ چاہے وہ کتنی ہی تعلیم یافتہ ہو، اسے جہیز لے جانا ہوتا ہے۔ عورت کا دکھ یہ ہے کہ وہ محلے کے بدقماشوں کی شکایت اپنے والد یا بھائی سے کرنے سے ڈرتی ہے۔ عورت کا مسئلہ یہ ہے کہ اگر مرد کی توجہ اس پر پڑ جائے تو یہ یقین کیا جاتا ہے کہ عورت نے ہی ورغلایا ہوگا۔ عورت کا مسئلہ یہ ہے کہ اگر روٹی گول نہ ہو...

 When you stop telling your so called "close family and friends" every detail about your life, your enemies will be starved of information. No gossip to go around.  No shaming you about your choices.  Not all people you think of as, or call your family, are in fact your loyal friends..  Some are pretending to be with you just to feed your enemies. Be careful who you call your family because one of the scariest enemies on earth are those people who pretend to be your loyal friends. Privacy is power, what people don’t know, they can’t ruin. جب آپ اپنے دوستوں کو اپنی زندگی کے بارے میں ہر تفصیل بتانا چھوڑ دیں گے تو آپ کے دشمن معلومات کے بھوکے رہ جائیں گے۔ گھومنے پھرنے کے لیے کوئی گپ شپ نہیں۔  آپ کے انتخاب کے بارے میں آپ کو شرمندہ کرنے کی کوئی بات نہیں۔  تمام لوگ جن کے بارے میں آپ سوچتے ہیں، یا اپنے دوستوں کو کہتے ہیں، درحقیقت آپ کے دوست نہیں ہیں۔  کچھ صرف اپنے دشمنوں کو کھانا کھلانے کے لیے آپ کے ساتھ ہونے کا بہانہ کر رہے ہیں۔ محتاط رہیں کہ آپ اپنا دوست کس ...