SAFA

My friend called me this morning. One of those slow, honest calls where the voice sounds calm but the feelings underneath aren’t. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she said it again how she once wanted to be a teacher, how she imagined herself inspiring students, guiding them, being that person for someone. Her parents wanted to see her as a doctor, so she did what many of us do she chose their dream over hers. Now she’s a vet. A good one. A hardworking one. But the teacher in her still aches. And I told her something I truly believe: you’re already inspiring people, even if you don’t see it. Teaching isn’t just a profession, it’s an energy. It’s the way you make people think, the way your words stay with someone after a conversation ends. You don’t need a classroom to do that. We’ve somehow been taught that to teach, you need a specific position, a board, a syllabus, a title. But that’s such a limited way of looking at it. Some of the biggest lessons we learn in life don’t ...

In an era where technology sits at the center of our lives, our phones have quietly become our emotional crutches. We use them everywhere while waiting, eating, traveling, and even when sitting right next to another human being. Silence feels uncomfortable now, and boredom feels like a threat. So, we scroll. We refresh. We escape. Today, something small yet deeply meaningful happened something that reminded me of what we’ve been trading away without realizing it. I forgot my phone at home. At first, it felt inconvenient. Almost unsettling. I realized it was charging back home only after I reached the parlour. No Twitter. No articles. No familiar screen to hide behind. Just me… and time. I was waiting for my turn, and boredom crept in almost instantly. That restless feeling the one we usually kill with a swipe or a tap. But this time, there was no digital escape. And that’s when something unexpected happened. I started talking. Usually, when I go to the parlour, I don’t interact much. C...

This morning, I woke up early and kickstarted my day with prayer. It’s something I try to do every day those quiet moments help me cherish the silence and feel a sense of warmth and calm before the world wakes up. I got ready quickly, and that’s when my mom surprised me with breakfast. I jokingly told her it was my favorite yesterday’s chutney with dosa and I was forced to say it was yummy. If my mom ever reads this blog, she might get angry 😌 because the truth is… breakfast was actually chole bhature yes, my all-time favorite. Some truths are best revealed slowly. She also put on a movie that I really didn’t want to watch at first. I resisted, complained a little (okay, a lot), but somehow, scene by scene, I started liking it. Funny how some things grow on you when you least expect them to. Later, I was supposed to take my dad to the dentist. But then reality hit me it’s been months since I last drove the car. Panic quietly knocked on my confidence. So, I asked my mom to take him ins...

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...