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Our homes are war zomes.

Made with bricks of invidiousness.

Polished with the indignities.
Plastered by insincerities.

Smeared by censures.
Stained by the scandalizers.
       Shredded by the scandalmongers.
Sayyiduna Haatim Asam  (رَحْمَةُ الـلّٰـهِ عَلَيْه) has said, ‘A malicious person
is not a religious person, a contemptuous person is not a genuine
worshipper, a backbiter is not at peace with himself and one who is
jealous is not supported.’ (Minhaj-ul-‘Aabideen, pp. 75)

Imam Shaafi’i (May Allah have mercy upon him) has said, "Malicious and jealous people get the least peace of heart in the world."

A smoked mirror and a bad heart are not respectable...
It's true to say that we have permitted evils to control our hearts. Outwardly, we are beautiful and caring. And inwardly, our hearts are filled with immense malice and hatred for others. Not only malice but also jealousy, backbiting, and lies. Because of these hidden feelings, our homes are a palace of never-ending disputes. We deceive and envy so many people. Please realize that life is too short for holding strong grudges against someone.
Forgive and forget :))
Yoh Esters Jun 6
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞🦁 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭👄. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲🍔🍷. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝💰. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡🦥. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡⚡. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲🐍 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈' 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓢𝓲𝓷.
Pr nandni May 29
Competition should FETTER among the animals of jungle only
Because when it comes to humans they make it JUNGLY
STUDENTS competes with each other to get 1st rank
Other completes in flowing river to hold the plank...

When Envy plays in the cradle of competition then,
A sister crushes WISHES of her sister
A brother knowingly pushes his brother into DEBT
Not the every deed is the demand of your soul , except SERENITY
All those NASTY Things is the greed of your body.......

Before sleeping faces of betrayal, deceive & lies,
Appears right before my EYES .
They left me in trouble, but promises to help others
Declaring themselves a social reformer, a new THINKER .
CHARITY begins at home didn't they learn !!
Even after all this I want to embrace them ,
Ready to forgive putting my dignity at STAKE .
BUT they'll are enjoying without even realising their MISTAKES
Competition always takes place at the cost of one's life
Whether it's an animal at JUNGLE or animals at HOME .....
" Competition is never good... especially when it hides ENVY in its lap...."
toleomato May 4
Once more, I rewrite
a line of poetry
from one of the great poets
as one would meticulously retrace
the outlines of an image.

The placement of each period,
the choice of a particular word,
if one of these were amiss,
it would be all for naught,
but my!
How each word, each line
supports the other,
what beauty!


What beauty indeed!
The more I know,
the more it burns
like celluloid!
Fuelling anguish in my heart!
And oh dear!
What a jealous heart I have!
Surely, others must feel the same.
Is it so hard to discern beauty?
Can we not read?
Yet why is it so elusive to recreate something
even a fraction as eloquent?
Do we not spectate the same Earth?
Such mockery!
To recognize such and be unable to recapitulate it!
All things of significance
have already been written.
All else is imitation!
And how much more it aches to know
that I am a cheap one at that!

At least just once in my life,
could I not write just one line
equal to this?
I do not ask for much.
Just one line!
Then I could proudly brandish
whatever mediocrity I amount to,
like a brand burnt into my flesh.
toleomato May 4
I have envy
for the flower.
It blooms quietly,
blind to the world.

If only I could
emulate the flower.
Andrew Rueter Apr 30
They fingerpick on the guitar
while I toe pick on the ice;
my equipment doesn't fit as well
as each note in each composition they write.
After building brick walls in front of the net
their slapbass slapshots destroy my defenses
until their goals plague my crease.

While trying to set focus on my own game
loud cheering emits from various venues
for Mozart writing his first symphony at 6
Orson Welles directing Citizen Kane at 25
Johnny Depp originating that last line at 31
and Patrick Mahomes, whom I'm older than.

Competition is healthy, functional
until the unstable heat of boiling envy
releases the steam of resentment
building pressure in the machinery
until the screws pop out like marbles
knocking each other out of bounds.

Daftly defining ego as the self
and success as superiority
and achievement as relative,
I race against relatives;
each pace they gain
is a slap in the face in the rain
stinging while slipping while
blaming the elements
precipitating my demise.

Gripping graphite too tightly
vulcanized rubber goes wide
shattering through plexiglass
and into the rib cage
of an innocent bystander
dropping his concessions
to climb the stairs to the sky box
while I wait for repairs to be made.
riri Apr 29
her hair shines like the sea glimmering in the sun
flawless, radiant skin with a beaming smile
her eyes are like a trap, once you're reeled in all you can do is stare in awe
how i wish i could be her

boys treat her with respect, that's for sure
effortlessly gorgeous they say, even when she wakes up in the morning
she's the girl who everyone stops to stare at
how i wish i could be her

i see the way they talk about her
the respect and humility they have whenever they're in her presence
especially the way he looks at her, for some reason i envy
how i wish i could be her

she calls herself ugly
but i never will understand why
she's perfect in every way
oh how i wish i could be her
a best friend who doesn't know how jealous i am of her, the thing is i will never compare to her beauty. next to her i will always be the ugly best friend
Might your eyes see me,
they will not shout,
A pearl encased in a grotesque shell.
An unknown beauty.
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