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  • charithaburri 1d

    Dreams

    You might be going through alot of struggles everyday but, don't let these small things ruin your biggest dreams....
    ©charithaburri

  • amatullah_bm 1w

    When you deeply know someone doesn't have the best interest for you, then why are you wasting your time, energy and mentally plus physically hurting yourself ?
    Your life doesn't revolve around their pinky finger.
    Don't give them that power and control over it.
    Protect your heart.
    Tap ❤ if you #believe with a #positive #attitude you will succeed in life.
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    Do not expect an empathy from a person who has labelled you as an "enemy."
    Protect your heart from expected disappointments.
    ©amatullah_bm

  • rishika2525 2w

    Random

    Another day passed,
    Searching for peace in the crowd,
    Hustling for god knows what,
    But at the end of the day here I am,
    With same tangled thoughts in my head,
    With those unanswered questions I made,
    Manifesting for a good tomorrow.
    ©rishika2525

  • amatullah_bm 3w

    Take a break from worrying about things you cannot control. Live a little.
    ©amatullah_bm

  • untoldvisuals 8w

    जज्बात

    कोई नही समझता
    क्यों खफा हुए इस जमाने से
    फक्र था हमें हमारी बेरुखी पर,
    कम से कम वो तो कागजी
    जज्बातों से कोसो दूर थी!!

    ©untoldvisuals

  • amatullah_bm 10w

    It is not what you leave TO them that makes them succesful. It is what you leave IN them that makes them successful.
    If you leave enough in them then you don't have to worry about what you leave to them.

    However, if you leave enough TO them yet you leave nothing IN them then they'll ruin what took you years to build.

    Even if you leave a billion-dollar company to them and you left nothing in them then they will ruin that company to ashes.


    Build Character, Values, Lifestyle, and a Vision.

    That's why the prophet was sent to teach us character. To build this character.

    A person without character none can withstand them. Even if they had knowledge like an open book.

    Islam is all about the lifestyle to live in this world. It's a guidance path on how to treat others.

    Leave character, values, lifestyle and a vision.
    They may start low but they'll make it to success at the end.


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    With Children:

    What you want to leave TO them make it as important as what you leave IN them.
    ©amatullah_bm

  • mysterioustalks 10w

    When someone says you're exactly like the same you've been years ago,

    Remember It is not compliment, It means that you are not growing

    ©mysterioustalks

  • amatullah_bm 11w

    It maybe baking or drawing or driving or writing or designing or cutting or massaging ...etc.

    It's inbuilt in your system.
    You don't have to be a genius to be gifted!

    Your gift maybe cleaning, start up a cleaning agency!
    It maybe baking, open up a baking college and expand!
    It maybe writing, start up a blog and share your words to help lives!
    It maybe massaging, start up your own massaging centre.

    Discover that gift!
    You are not a pathetic loser! Life may have been hard on you but Allah doesn't leave His servants alone in hard times. He gave you Mind.
    How many verses end with, "Don't you use your intellect? Your reason? Your knowledge? Your understanding?"

    Make that gift into use and start building your life!

    That's true Tawakkal!

    Tap ❤ if you #believe with a #positive #attitude you will succeed in life.
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    Everyone of us has a God-given gift.
    That gift is to create happiness for you and to build your life.
    Discover it & Work on it before you leave this world.
    ©amatullah_bm

  • itsmelakshika 13w

    Mystery

    Becoming a Mystery is better than telling everyone what you are doing! Hustle but with your own company!
    ©itsmelakshika

  • itskirti 13w

    Hustle until you reach there !!

    ©itskirti

  • dope_writer 14w

    The fact that you aren't where you want to be, should be enough motivation.
    ©dope_writer

  • dope_writer 14w

    Jaroori tha

    Ab lagta hai Milna jaroori tha kuch logo se,
    Badal diya hai kuch logo ne,
    Badal jaroori tha,
    Aage badhna jaroori tha,
    Sikha diya bohot kuch,
    Log kehte hai bohot ho mature tum,
    Pata hai mujhe acha banna chhodna bhi jaroori tha,
    Aaj shukriya kehta hun unka jinne sahi waqt par sath naa diya,
    Tabhi samajh aaya kya karna jaroori tha,
    Ab lagta hai milna jaroori tha kuch logo se,
    Badal diya hai kuch logo ne,
    Badal na jaroori tha
    ©dope_writer

  • ms_shayara 14w

    No more breaking down
    into pieces.
    Taking control over life,
    Removing creases.
    Jumping into my own mind,
    Clearing the chaos that
    making me blind.
    Pushing myself over and up,
    Climbing the scale.
    Welcoming my clear skin,
    No more pale.
    Eating food that’s
    healthy to me.
    Leaving folks that’s
    stealthy to me.

    - Nancy Uppal

    ©ms_shayara

  • dope_writer 14w

    Someone who is busier than you is working right now
    ©dope_writer

  • mrspectacular 18w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 18w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • amatullah_bm 20w

    New years often give us these excitements to take up resolutions and we suddenly find the motivation to change for the better.

    The funny fact is that...
    Every second you have a choice to stay exactly the same way you are or keep worrying about your future or stay stuck in your past or keep doubting your capabilities or keep feeling like a victim to this life or keep comparing or keep blaming or keep complaining how life is unfair to you or keep numbing yourself with excess screen time or keep feeling like a failure or having no purpose in this life or eventually feeling powerless.

    It doesn't need to be a new year for you to take control of your life.

    Every single day is a new life for you in your story.

    Every single second you have that choice.

    The question is when will that second start ?


    Tap ❤ if you #believe with a #positive #attitude you will succeed in life.
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    You have a choice to change your story and own it.
    You have a choice to take responsibility for your life and start doing something about it.
    ©amatullah_bm

  • deepa_ddm 22w

    #night #crossroad #city
    #hustle #wordsunsaid
    #feeling #writing
    #writersnetwork
    @miraquill
    @miraquill_assistant
    @witersnetwork

    This is the truth of many people roaming around in the hustle bustle of city life. Though outer world is always full of people but still, there remains an emptiness in our heart, within us resides our suppressed emotions which we once wanted to release but couldn't. There is a chamber which at times we want to throw off very eagerly but are unable to...
    It happens with me, (might be with you too) many a times when I want to vent out, I want to cry, I want to scream...
    but I don't because we have been taught that such things displays vulnerability, and I don't want to be vulnerable. But, here I find a way to dump my within. Though my words and lines might not be appropriate enough for a good post but still, I like to write because it helps me in releasing a part of my hidden self.
    Such is this piece, the words may not rhyme or shine like a perfect poem but these are true for me...

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    WORDS UNSAID...

    Today again,
    there's comes a beautiful evening
    bright lights flooded all around
    darkened are only a few sections
    the stars in sky turned gloomy
    and the warmth almost vanished
    the fog leisurely making waves
    goes down the spines to shiver
    loud traffic and large gatherings
    hustle all around the city
    busy all around are people
    unaffected by the little things
    that goes near them
    (or perhaps they seem so)

    She walked down the lanes
    that took her to a crossroad
    she wanted to cry out loud
    release the suppression
    vent out her restrained anger
    and peel- throw her basking thoughts
    She wished someone to listen
    someone to help her through
    but all she saw were busy judging
    unaffected by her little problems
    So she did nott vent out...
    So she didn't cry...

    She looked at other end of road
    the street that was underlit
    was about to cross the road
    when a gust of cold wind flew by
    and sent chills to her spines
    It didn't take her pain away,
    but subdued them even further

    She left a crossroad for another
    with a chamber still to be blown
    neither did she vent out...
    nor did she cry...
    And once again in this busy world
    her words left unsaid...

    ©deepa_ddm

  • wordsonvelvet 22w

    Bind me forever in pain
    Than tell me my dreams are insane

    ©wordsonvelvet

  • authorsahiilkatoch 23w

    There is some pollution in life karma is dealing with everything ����

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    Rise of the Mermaid king

    Sea dancing in the thunder storm
    The Mermaid king has rise again
    There will be whirlpool for destroyer
    The karma will play the game
    ©authorsahiilkatoch