When I’ve said my goodbyes
And I’m gone, not too long
If you can’t put flowers on my grave
Break dawn to the memory of me.
Don’t forget to remember me…
Visit the lane of memories
There I’ll be alive and me
I’ll do the wrongs and rights
Repeat those words and actions
But yes, forgive me
Don’t forget me.
I want to be a part of your life
Even if, like a comet,
But I’ll come, one day
When you remember me.
When you remember me
I’ll always be there
Creating troubles and solving problems
And you’ll find that I’m connected to you
As a lovely friend or a cruel enemy
But there will always be something
That sticks us together
In the lane of memories
After I’m gone
Whether I’ve said my good byes or not…
My school is not just a building, it has been a place of worship for me, where I was taught humanity and values and anyone who threatens my place of worship is what I consider demon!
Anyone who uses school buildings as a hiding in order to propagate terrorism.. I’m really sorry They do not represent me. They are simply cowards who can’t handle their shit in the open.
It’s a shame that they use my school building to pile it up.
Your voice is the music along which my heart strings want to play.
– Maleeha Tak
I do not deny, that everyday I beg
When I lay my prayer rug
I’m my Allah’s presence I gush
I realize my wrong doings
I feel how little of good I’ve done in my lifetime
I experience his mercy in every moment
All the colors of my existence
They would shatter without his compassion
I see that there is nothing in my power
I see I can’t control anything
I substantiate the nothingness of my own self
Then I wail and ask him to hold together my world
There is so much beauty in these small moments
The creator of universe is so gracious
He considers zippos like me worth listening to
So is his greatness…
He never turns me away empty handed
His love exceeds the boundaries of my mistakes
His forgiveness as vast as the galaxies
And I’m still ungrateful in the most!
The coin, on one side of which is inscribed writing, on its other side is carved overthinking….
With the blessing comes the curse…