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A Love Story Written in the Stars

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I am here to be all in, so hunker down now, love. Together, we’ll trample over the sky, our laughter echoing through the clouds. We’ll bury ourselves in the nape of mountains, finding solace in their ancient embrace. Our golden years will be spent dicing mangoes and making grocery lists, each task a testament to our shared journey. In time, we’ll know so much of each other that all the walls in our house will ache, spilling over with fierce gentleness. The love we cultivate will be so profound that it’ll beg the Big Dipper to hold us for the … Continue reading A Love Story Written in the Stars

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A Message of Encouragement

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I want you to succeed, dear soul. In every endeavor you undertake, in every act of love you extend to yourself and to others. I wish for you to be swift in forgiveness and gentle in judgment, to not be overly harsh on yourself when you stumble, nor on others when they falter. I know the weight of past disappointments, the scars left by those who have failed you. But perhaps, true success is not measured by solitary achievements, but by the grace with which you respond to life’s challenges, fostering mutual growth and understanding. At the end of each … Continue reading A Message of Encouragement

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Words: A Journey of Growth

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Love, I grow with my words till I feel comfortable enough to wear each and every word. I am still growing. We all are. I read everything, Urdu poems to Ghazals to African poetry to Latin American poetry, I try to read everything. It is such a rich and diverse earth, and I love soaking myself with different methods of storytelling. It works for me. As we experience life, we have to let the words in and allow it to do the job it is to do without restraint. In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself enveloped in … Continue reading Words: A Journey of Growth

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Exploring the Essence of Love

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Love is love, hands down. It exists in all possible forms, and I revel in its intensity, allowing myself to romanticize endlessly and dwell in its depths as far as I wish. Yet, to me, there is a distinction. I can fall in love with someone I don’t know. I can. But I can’t love them. It’s not about knowing the person either. I won’t focus on the necessity of knowing aspects of them. It’s just that I believe I should feel the person. Not mentally, not physically – but soulfully. If I haven’t even talked to that certain someone, … Continue reading Exploring the Essence of Love

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Revolutionary Subjectivity and True Love

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In a world where deeply entrenched ideologies and conservative ways of thinking have solidified mechanisms of social control, the most revolutionary life might not even appear political. To pretend we are still politicized subjects is to miss the point. In our era, a truly revolutionary life might not engage in what is traditionally seen as radical politics, agitation, or organizing. These practices, with their ideologies of self-sacrifice, discipline, instrumental calculation, and personal profit, are functions of contemporary bureaucratic capitalism. Instead, a revolutionary life might commit to creating a new subjectivity that fractures the inert base of contemporary depoliticization, making political … Continue reading Revolutionary Subjectivity and True Love

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My Age, My Journey

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My age continues with the house lights on, casting a warm glow that patiently waits for other lights to join. In this illuminated space, my mind thinks, studies, research, and loves. It decides to fight for noble causes, embracing the battles that matter. Amidst all this, it shelters my humility, a quiet strength that guides me through the journey. As the days pass, I find solace in the gentle hum of life around me. The house lights flicker with the rhythm of my thoughts, each one a beacon of hope and resilience. I am not alone in this endeavor; the … Continue reading My Age, My Journey

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Shared Springs

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The river that flows into me comes from the same spring as yours. I feel its gentle currents weaving through my soul, a reminder of our shared origin. Each ripple carries whispers of our intertwined destinies, echoing the harmony of our beginnings. As it meanders through the landscape of my being, it nourishes the roots of my existence, just as it does yours. In moments of stillness, I sense the unity of our paths, the way our waters merge and diverge, only to find each other again. The river is a testament to our connection, a silent promise that no … Continue reading Shared Springs

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How Well Did I Love?

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How well did I love? It may feel as if today is just another ordinary day, in an ordinary life, on an ordinary star. We meet in the morning and we’re just not sure. Don’t I have some problems I need to attend to? I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong, just somehow off a bit. Isn’t there? Isn’t there someone I need to become? Something to resolve and figure out? Change in some way? Shift? Transform? Manifest something? Awaken? Heal? It is so easy to take for granted that tomorrow will come, that another opportunity will be given to witness … Continue reading How Well Did I Love?

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Navigating Human Complexity

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I often find myself wishing that people came with individual maps, intricate guides that could offer directions and ways to navigate their complex structures. Imagine if you could slow down here, where cemeteries are nestled between ribs, silent witnesses to the parts of themselves they bury deeper and deeper. Turn on the headlights, for you are now in the long corridors of their hearts. These corridors host phantoms, relentless in their taunts, whispering, “It is you who are the shadows, and it is we who obstruct the sun.” Make a sharp left here; they need arms to unfold for them, … Continue reading Navigating Human Complexity

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Femininity

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The curves of my shell don’t define my womanhood. It’s the love that flows from my heart, the thoughts that dance in my mind, and the tenderness that graces my touch that truly embody my femininity. The sway of my hips does not make me a woman. It’s the smile that lights up my face, the calm that resonates in my voice, and the right to make my own choices that crown me as a real woman… a Queen. In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I find strength in my vulnerability. My essence is not confined to … Continue reading Femininity