SAFA

Loving you was the biggest sin not because love is cursed but because I gave it to someone who never valued to keep it I trusted you the way people trust gravity never questioning the fall until I was already on the ground bleeding my heart didn’t break clean it shattered into glass-thin memories every laugh every promise cutting me again when I remember I thought you were destiny written somewhere permanent but you were just a moment pretending to be forever until you got bored and let me go betrayal wasn’t one event it was a pattern lies stacked on top of lies while I kept choosing you and you kept choosing yourself you watched me cry and still fed me hope in small, addictive doses just enough to keep me waiting just enough to keep me quiet realizing I was being played was the cruelest heartbreak not losing you but losing myself while loving you being good felt illegal being loyal felt embarrassing waiting for your messages not ghosting not leaving not giving up felt like I was commi...

  My friend was looking at my phone one day, just casually scrolling, when she suddenly paused. She noticed that the very first contact was My Mom. In favourites - My Mom. On WhatsApp -My Mom. Everywhere she looked, it was mom and mom and mom. Then she saw something else. I hadn’t saved her contact with a name. But a 🌍 emoji a world. That emoji is preserved only for her. No one else gets it. She looked at me, genuinely shocked, and asked, “OMG… you love your mom that much?” I smiled and said, “Yes. She’s my forever best friend.” And then I explained why. My mother once held a prestigious job as an Air Traffic Controller, a career most people only dream of. A 40 LPA package. Power, respect, stability, success  she had it all. But she chose to walk away from it. Not because she failed. Not because she was forced. But because she wanted to give me a beautiful childhood. Just imagine that for a second. Someone willingly sacrificing a 40 LPA career so they could be present for the...

Main woh ladki hoon jo pehle muskuraati hai, jise log strong, theek, aur bilkul fine samajh lete hain. Koi nahi dekhta meri aankhon ke peeche ka tootna. Log mujhe hamesha haste hue dekhte hain, jaise dard mera kabhi tha hi nahi, par is muskurahat ke neeche ek dil hai jo roz chupchaap bikhar jaata hai. Main Allah ke plan par bharosa rakhti hoon kyunki jab kuch bhi samajh nahi aata, tab sirf wahi yakeen mujhe sambhaalta hai. Raat ke sannate mein meri duayein zinda hoti hain, jab lafz khatam ho jaate hain, sirf aansu baat karte hain aur Allah sun rahe hote hain. I need you badly, yeh baat main zor se nahi kehti, kyunki duniya kamzor ladkiyon ko aur zyada tod deti hai. Sabr ab meri pehchaan ban chuka hai, khamoshi ke saath pehna hua, log meri muskurahat dekhte hain, Allah mera bojh dekhte hain. Agar intezaar likha hai, main intezaar karungi, agar dard likha hai, main seh lungi, kyunki jo Allah likhte hain woh mere dil ko bhi jaante hain. Main woh ladki hoon jo toot kar bhi yaqeen rakhti ha...

Let’s be brutally honest for a second: love in this generation is not what it used to be. Back then, love survived distance, silence, misunderstandings, and even entire wars. Now, love doesn’t survive a “left on read.” Earlier, people fought for each other. Now people fight with each other  and then move on. Love used to be patient, deep, and slow like a river. Now it’s fast, flashy, and disappears as quickly as a notification that gets swiped away. Technology didn’t just make communication easier  it made replacing people easier, too. One swipe, one DM, one “hey” from someone new… and suddenly the connection you thought was meaningful becomes optional. Disposable even. Love went from commitment to convenience. But the saddest part? People today chase beauty like it’s the only qualification for love. Perfect face. Perfect selfies. Perfect angles. Perfect aesthetics. And while they’re busy chasing the outside, they completely forget something nature has been screaming at us for...

It starts so quietly you almost miss it a tiny flutter in my chest, a weird heaviness in the air, जैसे अचानक सब कुछ धीमा पड़ गया हो। then it hits. all at once. my heartbeat sprints like it’s trying to escape my own body. my chest tightens इतना कि लगता है हवा भी मुझसे दूरी बना रही है। my hands tremble, my vision glitches, and my thoughts start running marathons I never signed up for. I try to breathe but my lungs act stubborn, like they’ve forgotten the one job they were born to do. “just calm down” feels like a joke when your brain is screaming and your body is shutting down at the same time. the room feels smaller, walls crawling closer, जैसे हर आवाज़ मेरे अंदर की चुप्पी को तोड़ रही हो। my throat closes up no words, just fear. raw, burning, shapeless fear. and somewhere between the shaking and the gasping and the silent crying, my own voice rises soft, cracked, but still mine: “hayati… please breathe. tu theek hai… just breathe.” not magic, not a cure, बस एक छोटी-सी पुकार कि मैं अभी भ...

There was a time when mornings felt like goodbyes, and even the mirror looked tired of me. I laughed less, slept more, and wore silence like second skin. But healing didn’t come crashing in  it whispered. In small wins, soft songs, and random 3 a.m. realizations that maybe I deserved peace too. I stopped waiting for light, and became it bit by bit, word by word, day by unstable day. Depression didn’t disappear overnight, it just learned to take the passenger seat. And I learned that surviving isn’t loud it’s quiet, brave, and still counts. Now when the darkness knocks, I leave the door half open because even shadows remind me how far the sun has come.