Whispers of the Soul by Nadia Nizam

A lesson about self-preservation and personal growth. It encourages individuals to prioritize their mental and emotional well-being by learning to distance themselves from people and situations that pose a threat to their peace of mind, self-respect, values, morals, or self-worth. I advise individuals to walk away from such individuals or situations. This means recognizing when something or someone is negatively impacting your inner peace and choosing to remove yourself from that environment or relationship. I emphasize the importance of self-care and protecting one's emotional state. I specifically advises against engaging in arguments or debates with these individuals or situations. It stems from the understanding that engaging in such conflicts rarely leads to a positive outcome. Arguing or debating with someone who threatens your peace of mind or challenges your values can be emotionally draining and unproductive. Instead, it suggests that it is not worth the effort and energy ...

 Lesson from Surah Kahf: A rejection, a loss, a delay isn't always a deprivation, it is indeed Allah's divine help to protect you, give you better and reward you.

 Surah Rahman has such a profound impact on me. Surah Rahman is the 55th chapter of the Quran, and it emphasizes the numerous blessings and favors that Allah has bestowed upon humanity. The repetition of the verse "Which of the favors of your Lord do you deny?" serves as a reminder to reflect on and appreciate these blessings. When I mention that I fall apart upon listening to Surah Rahman, it seems to indicate that the recitation deeply moves me and stirs my emotions. This emotional response can be a result of the powerful words and the message conveyed in the Surah itself. The Surah highlights the magnificence and generosity of Allah's blessings, which can evoke a sense of humility, gratitude, and self-reflection. Feeling a sense of brokenness or realization about one's shortcomings and ingratitude is a common reaction when confronted with the overwhelming blessings of Allah. It serves as a reminder to be mindful of our actions, thoughts, and words throughout the da...

I am not interested in having any form of relationship with someone who is unwilling to take responsibility for their hurtful behavior towards me. I refuse to engage with individuals who choose to be passive-aggressive, gaslight, or treat me with indifference, only to sweep the issues under the rug afterward. If you expect to reconcile with me, your apology needs to be as sincere and genuine as the disrespect you showed. Otherwise, I kindly request you to keep your distance. Furthermore, those who support your negative actions are not welcome in my life either. You cannot handle me in the same way you handle them because I am not one of them. AND I'm not sorry for establishing boundaries. I'm not sorry that you preferred me when I was a people pleaser. I'm not sorry that you fail to recognize the person I've become after learning to love myself. I'm not sorry if my ambitious dreams make you feel insignificant. I'm not sorry for prioritizing my own well-being and...

 Fifteen years of marriage, oh what a ride, A rollercoaster journey with laughter as our guide. From "I do" to "Are you serious, dear?" Let's dive into the humor, no time for fear! In year one, we were starry-eyed and smitten, Thinking love would conquer all, no need to be bitten. But soon we learned, with a humorous twist, That marriage requires patience, and an endless supply of mist. In year three, we tackled the art of compromise, Learning to share the remote, what a surprise! We argued over pizza toppings and movie nights, But laughed it off, realizing it was all small fights. By year five, we embraced the chaos of our brood, Kids running wild, leaving messes that strewed. We became experts in stain removal and quick clean, Our superhero capes hidden, but our powers unseen. In year eight, we celebrated our milestone, With a romantic dinner at home, and a cake of stone. We reminisced about our vows and dreams anew, But couldn't help but laugh at the mism...

 In the realm of life's journey, we find A woman of forty, a treasure refined. With wisdom earned through years gone by, She shines with grace, like a radiant sky. At forty, she's reached a milestone grand, A tapestry woven by her skilled hand. Her spirit, resilient, has weathered life's storm, Emerging stronger, with lessons well-formed. Lines etched upon her face, a story told, Each wrinkle, a testament to wisdom bold. She wears them proudly, for they define The strength she carries, a soul that shines. In her eyes, a twinkle of dreams set free, Unfolding her passions, for all to see. She's unafraid to chase what sets her soul ablaze, Embracing new chapters, with fearless gaze. Her laughter, contagious, fills the air, A symphony of joy, banishing despair. With every step, she walks with grace, Leaving footprints of love in every place. She's a nurturer, a caregiver, a guiding light, Balancing roles with all her might. A mother, a partner, a pillar strong, Her love...

 High school boys, a peculiar bunch, With their antics and energy, they create a fun crunch. They roam the hallways, a rowdy pack, Leaving chaos in their wake, there's no turning back. Their backpacks sag with heavy loads, Filled with forgotten assignments and snacks that explode. They strut and swagger, thinking they're cool, Running late to class, like they're breaking the rules. Their hairstyles change with every passing trend, From messy bedhead to the perfect faux hawk blend. They experiment with facial hair, oh what a mess, Patchy attempts at beards, causing much distress. Sports are their kingdom, their playground of might, They chase balls and trophies, in a competitive fight. They dream of glory, of making the winning score, But sometimes trip over their own feet, crashing to the floor. Their conversations revolve around video games, Discussing strategies, achievements, and virtual fame. They sit hunched over screens, lost in their digital land, Ignoring the world ...

 Oh, high school girls, a fascinating breed, With their teenage drama, oh how they succeed! They walk in packs, like a flock of birds, Whispering secrets, spreading rumors with their words. Their fashion trends change at a rapid pace, From ripped jeans to unicorn onesies, it's a race. They follow influencers, copying their every move, In pursuit of popularity, their self-esteem they'll prove. The hallways are their runways, strutting with pride, Their perfectly styled hair, impossible to hide. They giggle and gossip, forming cliques so tight, Excluding others based on who's wrong or right. The drama unfolds like a never-ending show, Relationships rise and fall, as emotions ebb and flow. They trade secrets like currency, with dramatic flair, Keeping score of who said what, and who's being unfair. Their conversations are a mix of "like" "Bra" "Awww" "Jeez" "lols" and "omg," With exaggerated expressions, it's ...

 In the realm of Pakistani dramas, oh what a sight, Where emotions run high, from dawn till twilight. With dramatic pauses and intense stares, Characters with perfectly styled, flowing hairs. The hero, so dashing, with a brooding gaze, Fighting injustice, in a myriad of ways. He saves the day, with a single punch, Leaving viewers in awe, in a dramatic hunch. The heroine, a damsel in distress, With cascading tears, her emotions impress. She faces trials, her fate intertwined, With love triangles and secrets to unwind. The villain, oh so sinister and sly, Plotting and scheming, with a menacing eye. He twirls his mustache, as evil unfolds, Leaving us wondering, what story he holds. The mothers-in-law, a force to reckon, With their disapproving glares, they beckon. They meddle and interfere, with great delight, Adding spice to the story, day and night. The side characters, a colorful bunch, From comic relief to the eccentric, they munch. They bring laughter and moments of cheer, A brea...

 In a world of mirrors, behold the narcissist, A figure consumed by their own ego, a twist. They dance in the spotlight, craving admiration, But beneath the surface lies a hollow foundation. Their eyes, mirrors of self-obsession, Reflecting their image with no discretion. Every word and action, a calculated display, To feed their insatiable need for praise each day. Their charm, a weapon, beguiling and seductive, Drawing others in, their motives obstructive. They weave tales of grandeur, their achievements vast, But truth be told, their accomplishments won't last. Their empathy, a mere illusion to behold, For the narcissist's heart, as cold as winter's cold. They use and discard, leaving hearts shattered, Their pursuit of self-interest, nothing else mattered. Yet, beneath their mask of arrogance and pride, Lies a fragile soul, wounded deep inside. In their quest for validation and self-worth, They lose touch with humanity and its true birth. For the narcissist's journey...