A THIN LINE

I have been noticing something around me that makes me wonder about the way we understand manifestation.

Sometimes, people want something to happen so strongly that they keep repeating it, expecting another person to do exactly what they want. They may call it manifestation—but I wonder, is it?

To me, there is a thin line between manifesting something and trying to control someone into making it happen.

If I want something in my life, I believe the first responsibility is mine. I can wish for it, pray for it, imagine it, work towards it, and put my whole heart into making it possible.

If another person is involved, I can ask. I can explain. I can convince. I can express how much it matters to me.

But I cannot make their choice for them.

Because the moment my desire depends on forcing someone else's will, perhaps I am no longer manifesting—I am trying to control.

Maybe true manifestation, at least the way I understand it, is not about making another person do something because I want it. It is about being clear about what I want, putting my own effort into it, and allowing life to unfold without taking away someone else's freedom.

You can influence someone. You cannot own their choice.

And perhaps that is where the thin line lies.

LIGHTER

 

It's been almost eight years since I last visited this place.

A place that holds so much meaning for me. A place I call sacred. A place I finally returned to after so many years.

I don't know how to explain what I felt before going there. I was carrying so much inside me—worries, thoughts, feelings I couldn't put into words. I didn't even realise how heavy my heart had become until I arrived.

And then, I touched Mola's qabar.

For a moment, I didn't need to explain anything. I didn't need to find the right words or make sense of everything happening in my life.

I just felt that I was there.

I left my worries there, in my prayers, in that moment of closeness I had waited so many years to experience again.

And somehow, when I walked away, I felt lighter.

Nothing around me had necessarily changed. My worries hadn't magically disappeared. Life was still life, with all its uncertainties.

But something inside me felt different.

It was as if my heart had finally found a place to rest.

I wish I could describe what it feels like to return somewhere after so many years and realise that, despite all the time that has passed, the feeling is still there. Perhaps even deeper than before.

I felt blessed. I felt grateful. And I felt a kind of peace I had struggled to put into words.

Maybe some places are not just places we visit.

Maybe they are places where we leave a little of our heaviness behind, where our hearts find their way back to faith, and where we remember that we don't have to carry everything alone.

I went there with a heart full of worries.

I came back with the same life waiting for me, but a little more peace within me.

And sometimes, that little bit of peace is everything.

INNOCENCE!

We often expect age to come with a certain kind of behaviour.

When someone is older, we expect them to be wiser, calmer, more careful with their words. We expect them to know how to handle every situation.

And when they don't?

When an older person reacts innocently, trusts easily, gets excited over little things, or simply doesn't know how to respond, we are quick to give it a name.

“They're foolish.”

“They should know better by now.”

But why do we assume that growing older means leaving innocence behind?

I have always been someone who reacts quickly.

If someone says something, I respond.

If someone does something, my reaction comes almost instantly.

Sometimes it comes out strongly.

Sometimes softly.

And sometimes, honestly, I don't know what to say at all.

There are moments when I simply stand there, trying to understand what just happened.

Maybe that's not immaturity.

Maybe it's just being human.

We all have different ways of responding to the world. Some people think before they speak. Some speak before they think. Some know exactly what to say. And some need a little time to find their words.

I've often wondered why we are so quick to turn someone's innocence into foolishness.

Maybe maturity isn't about always knowing what to say.

Maybe it isn't about never reacting.

Maybe it is simply about learning to understand ourselves—our reactions, our emotions, our mistakes—and slowly growing through them.

Because growing older and growing wiser are not always the same thing.

And perhaps, somewhere between maturity and innocence, there is a part of us that deserves to remain exactly as it is:

genuine.

WITHOUT SHOW!

Some people have a way of making everything they do visible.

They help someone, and there are many words around it.
They do something kind, and they make sure you know about it.
They add expressions, explanations, and stories to their actions—as if the action itself isn't enough.

And then there are people who simply do.

They help without announcing it.
They care without making a display of it.
They do something for someone and move on, without needing anyone to notice.

There are also people who talk about the things they do, but that doesn't necessarily make their intentions false. Some people are simply expressive. They like to share, to explain, to tell stories. And sometimes, behind all those words, there is a genuinely kind heart.

Perhaps the difference isn't always in what a person does or how much they talk about it.

Perhaps it's in why they do it.

Because kindness doesn't become less meaningful just because someone speaks about it. And being quiet doesn't automatically make someone more sincere.

We can never completely know what lives inside another person's heart.

But I've started noticing something:

Some people need their goodness to be seen.

Some people are comfortable letting it remain unseen.

And perhaps the most beautiful kind of goodness is the one that doesn't need an audience.

Not because it is trying to hide.

But because being good was never a performance in the first place.

“Character is how you treat those who can do nothing for you.”

 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the attribution is uncertain.

Maybe that's what matters most—not how beautifully we describe what we do, but what our actions look like when there is no one around to applaud them.

MORE VALUABLE LESS NOTICEABLE

In life, we meet so many different kinds of people.

Some are quiet.

Some are loud.

Some are cheerful, some are serious.

Some express everything they feel, while some keep most things to themselves.

Everyone has a different nature, a different way of thinking, and a different way of seeing the world.

But sometimes I wonder—do we notice the louder people more?

The ones who speak confidently, make their presence known, or easily become the centre of a conversation often get noticed first.

And the quieter ones?

The ones who listen more than they speak.

The ones who stay calm.

The ones who don't feel the need to make themselves heard.

Sometimes, we barely notice them.

Not because they have less to say.

Not because they have less to offer.

Perhaps they simply express themselves differently.

And maybe that's something we should think about.

Because being quiet doesn't mean being weak.

Being loud doesn't mean being strong.

Sometimes, the people we notice the least may be the ones carrying the most beautiful thoughts, the deepest feelings, and the greatest kindness.

Maybe we don't always need to look for the loudest voice in the room.

Sometimes, we just need to notice the quiet ones too.

PERHAPS!!!

How easily we judge people!!!!

A few days ago, I met a woman who talked a lot about her family—almost everything. At first, I noticed how freely she spoke about her daughters, her husband, her home, and little things about her life.

Her husband is no more. Her two daughters are married and live in another city. And she lives alone in her hometown.

I could have simply thought, “Why does she tell everyone so much?”

Maybe someone else would have called her too talkative, too open, or even nosy.

But then I thought…

Maybe she talks because silence has become too heavy.

Maybe those stories about her family are the closest thing she has to having them around.

Maybe when she tells someone about her daughters, she gets to feel like a mother sitting with her children again—even if they are miles away.

And it made me wonder how many times we look at someone's behaviour and immediately give it a name.

Too emotional.

Too loud.

Too quiet.

Too needy.

Too distant.

Too talkative.

But how often do we stop and ask ourselves—what might be happening behind it?

We see a behaviour.

We don't see the story behind it.

Everyone is carrying something we know nothing about.

So perhaps, before judging someone, we should pause for a moment.

Because sometimes what looks like “too much” from the outside is simply someone trying to fill a little bit of the emptiness inside.

PEACE 🕊️

 Peace looked like slow mornings,

like sunlight sneaking through curtains,

like silence that didn’t feel empty.

It looked like choosing calm over chaos,
and letting go of what I couldn’t control.

Sometimes peace isn’t found — it softly finds you.

DEAR CHILDREN, FROM LITTLE TO GROWN BY RUKAYYA ZIRAPUR

Reading Dear Children felt like sitting down with a cup of tea and having an honest conversation about life. The tone is calm, encouraging, and full of warmth. I loved how the author didn’t use complicated ideas — instead, she wrote straight from the heart.

This book teaches not just children but even adults to pause and think — am I really living the right way? Am I being kind enough, grateful enough? It made me reflect on how we grow up so fast, forgetting the innocence and mindfulness we once had as kids.

I’d say it’s a perfect read for parents, teachers, or anyone who wants to remind themselves (or others) about the small but powerful values of life.

This book truly feels like a mirror — gentle, wise, and full of love.

⭐ Rating: 4.5/5 ✨

Best for: Teens, young readers, parents, and anyone looking for simple wisdom and emotional comfort.

💭 Favorite takeaway: “Growing up doesn’t mean losing your heart — it means learning to protect it better.”

Book Summary — 

Dear Children is a short yet deeply meaningful book by Rukayya Zirapur that feels like a gentle letter to every child and young adult growing up in today’s world. The author beautifully captures the struggles, emotions, and lessons we often learn late in life — but wishes children could understand early.

Through simple and relatable words, the book guides readers to think clearly, manage emotions, understand money, value time, and care for their mental well-being. Each page holds a thoughtful message — almost like advice from a wise elder or a loving teacher — reminding us to stay kind, patient, and self-aware while facing life’s challenges.

It’s not a typical “children’s” storybook; it’s more like a book of reflections meant to shape growing minds into confident, kind, and grounded individuals.

CHERISH THE MOMENTS

"Happiness is not about having more; it’s about cherishing what you already hold in this moment."

As human beings, we often forget to appreciate the blessings that surround us every single day. We take them lightly, assuming they will always be there, while our eyes remain fixed on what we don’t have yet. I sometimes feel the same way—constantly wishing for more, chasing after dreams, and comparing my life to what it could be, instead of embracing what it already is. But in those quiet moments of reflection, I realize how ungrateful that makes me. The truth is, life is happening right now, and the little things I ignore today are the very moments I may long for tomorrow. Gratitude doesn’t mean giving up on dreams or ambitions; it means pausing, acknowledging, and cherishing what is already in front of us. When we choose to value the present instead of always longing for “more,” we find that happiness isn’t in what’s missing—it’s in what’s already here..

A heartfelt reminder to pause, appreciate, and find joy in the little things we often overlook.

THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA

 

The story follows Santiago, an aging Cuban fisherman who has gone 84 days without catching a fish. Despite being seen as unlucky by others, he sets out alone into the Gulf Stream, determined to prove his skill and strength one more time.

Far out at sea, Santiago hooks a giant marlin, the biggest fish he has ever seen. For three long days and nights, he struggles with the fish, enduring hunger, exhaustion, and pain. Santiago respects the marlin deeply, seeing it as a noble rival. Finally, he manages to harpoon and kill it, lashing the massive fish to his small skiff.

But Santiago’s triumph is short-lived. On the way back, sharks attack the marlin, tearing it apart despite his desperate fight to defend it. By the time Santiago returns to shore, only the marlin’s skeleton remains.

Though he has lost the prize, Santiago regains the respect of the villagers, and especially the loyalty of the boy, Manolin, who vows to fish with him again.

The novel is written in simple, clear language, but its meaning is very deep. It leaves readers inspired to never give up, even when life feels impossible. Overall, it is a timeless classic that reminds us of the dignity of human spirit.

 5/5⭐

The Kite runner

 

Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner is a deeply emotional novel that explores friendship, loyalty, and the heavy weight of past mistakes. Set against the shifting political landscape of Afghanistan and the immigrant experience in America, it follows one man’s journey to confront his childhood and seek personal redemption. With vivid storytelling, relatable characters, and the symbolic beauty of kite flying woven throughout, the book captures both the warmth of human connection and the pain of loss. It is a moving, unforgettable read that lingers long after the final page.

Quote of the day!

"Sometimes you can do everything right and things will still go wrong. The key is to never stop doing right.”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

THE SKY

The sky is full of stars —

Thousands of wishes.

The one who accepts just one

Feels someone else’s blessing.

MOON (DAY4)

4/4

HOPE (DAY3)

In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,

Hope emerges, a tale to tell.

With each sunrise, it paints the sky,

A promise of dreams that never die.

In whispered prayers and silent pleas,

Hope blooms amidst life's stormy seas.

With courage as its steadfast guide,

It fuels the soul, it cannot hide.

In every heart, its flame burns bright,

A beacon through the darkest night.

STARGAZING (DAY 2)

Beneath the velvet curtain of night,

We venture out, seeking cosmic light.

With awe-filled eyes and hearts ablaze,

We lose ourselves in starry haze.

Each twinkle a story, a celestial dance,

Guiding us in this cosmic expanse.

We ponder galaxies, vast and grand,

Lost in wonder, as grains of sand.

In whispered secrets of the night,

We find solace, our souls take flight.

Beneath the canopy of endless space,

We're humbled by its timeless grace.

So let us linger in this cosmic trance,

In the silent symphony of cosmic dance.

For in star gazing, we find our place,

Boundless dreams in infinite space.

2/4

SELF-LOVE (DAY 1)

In the mirror's gaze,

I find my worth,

Embracing flaws, 

a journey of rebirth.

With kindness as my guide, 

I rise above,

A symphony of self-love, 

pure and true love.

1/4

WHEN YOU MISSING SOMEONE!!

A sudden memory hit to you and you started missing that person. Isn't it strange??? No it's very obvious to miss that person who is no longer with you...

Moments and memories are the only part of our life that we want to recognise again and again if it's beautiful ❤️

I WISH......

I wish life would be easy whatever we want we could get easily. 

I wish we would have never choose an option, 

I wish situations were never tough, 

I wish if we would never done those things which we never wanted to do. 

I wish we would never meet some people in my life. 

I wish we would never try to look perfect. 

I wish we would never been in this moment to write these things. 

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF!!!

"The size of your problems is nothing compared with your ability to solve them. Don't overestimate your problems, and underestimate yourself."