She peeled her oranges today,
actually for years,
but this isn’t about oranges.

She holds things together,
piece by piece, peel by peel,
grown used to her hands
and the strength they reveal,
but this isn’t about oranges.

It feels strange when another
reaches out, offers to peel,
to see past the layers,
the parts that are real,
but this isn’t about oranges.

She learns self-reliance,
but maybe it’s true,
that letting someone help
doesn’t make her less, but new,
and again, this isn’t about oranges.

So here’s to the balance,
to peeling her own,
yet knowing it’s okay
not to do it alone.

Because, in the end,
this isn’t just about oranges.

She often wonders when love will arrive, when her heart will truly come alive. She dreams of a gentle day where she becomes the keeper of someone's heart.

She imagines being the star in someone's sky, the reason behind their every smile. She looks forward to a bright, kind day when she becomes the sparkle in someone's eye.

For now, she walks alone, dreaming of a love she's never known. In the quiet moments, hope whispers that one day, love will guide her way.

Believing in Qadr comforts her. It reminds her that her journey has a purpose. Until then, she trusts her love is written in the stars.

Dive into the unknown, no fear in sight
I dive into the mysteries, fueling my fire
No room for regrets, no doubts restrain
For in these daring acts, I come to see
Wisdom blooms, boundless and bright.

i’m so used of not being good enough that’s why i push everyone away,

i don’t want to ever go through with it—pushing people away,

but it’s my insecurity whispering in my ears to push them away.

when will this end?

despite the danger ahead of them,
they still choose to—
risk their lives to make sure others are breathing.
stay outside of their homes to comfort the distressed.
work tirelessly to serve the vulnerable who needs their service.

to the frontliners,
we sincerely appreciate your heroism.
we are grateful for all that you do
for our country.
we are in awe of your selfless service.

you are indeed our heroes.
the world needs more people like you.
thank you for existing.

I saw everything in my
peripheral vision.
You glanced, you stared,
you even smiled.
I said "Hi" inside my head.

to our forefathers;

who fought for our rights for golden years

who bled for peace even before we were born

who screamed for our freedom for decades

who died and dedicated their lives for the future and welfare of the Bangsa,

THANK YOU.

the tears of the mothers, the widows and the orphans will now turn into joy

the flowers will bloom in the battleground of the blood and sweat of the Mujahideen

the scars of the bullet wound from the past will now heal

to the survivors who continued the fight;

the war is over, you can now rest and start over.

no more running, no more hiding.

you can now take the streets and dance with your grandchildren without worries.

no more guns to carry, only pens to write new beginnings

this time, a beautiful one.