Well, I Wanna Say This Is Incorrect But It... Is Not Quite Incorrect.

I agree with every word. But I think it won't be on a noisy day. Not on a day too much happens. It'll just be a normal boring day, that you wake up go to work, laugh at your coworkers lame/brilliant(depending on their mental capacity) jokes, and it'll just be over in the afternoon. We'd all be doing something mundane, and the humdrum activities will busy us and we won't be thinking of anything. And then it'll be over. Just like we were never there.

How will the world end?

it’s genuinely not something i think too much about. there are people to love and dishes to do in the meantime.

I wrote something.

And made my friend sing it.

And well, here it is.

The lyrics go:

Akhan mila ke akhan us da bana de mainu

Make our eyes meet, and make me hers

Khud nu zameen te te usnu arshan te rakha

I promise i'll be on the ground and keep her in the sky

Usnu meri jaan te usda bana de mainu

Make her my life my soul and make me her's

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade mainu

And if you won't do anything, then just make me a poet

Mannya mai mainu eh mohabbatan da vall ni

I know, i'm not "experienced" and an "expert" in love

Meriyan ibadatan di usnu khabar ni

But she doesn't know or understand my devotion

Sidhi jahi gall e rabba os da bana de mainu

Look, God, I'm telling you, just make me her's.

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade

And if you can't just make me a poet, then.

Ibn Umar رضي الله عنه said:

“Taqwa” is when you don’t see yourself better than anyone.”

(تفسير البغوي ٦٠/١)

(Ignore the spelling mistakes)

(Had to put it somewhere. I mean, yeah, nothing to see here, just scroll past.)(please just scroll past. Don't read it.)

“Ek Arzoo”

A longing

duniyā kī mahfiloñ se uktā gayā huuñ yā rab! kyā luft anjuman kā jab dil hī bujh gayā ho.

O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages! // When the heart is sad, no pleasure in assemblages can there be.

shorish se bhāgtā huuñ dil DhūñDtā hai merā aisā sukūt jis par taqrīr bhī fidā ho.

I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires // The silence which speech may ardently love!

(Bang-e-Dra-019) Aik Arzoo - ایک آرزو Allama Muhammad Iqbal.

who cares, do better, move on

I don't like you

Grab a seat and wait for me to give a fuck

As I pray I am afraid that death should not befall / While I do remember God, he should not recall

(rehta hai ibadat mein hame maut ka khatka/hum yaad-e-khuda karte hai, karle na khuda yaad)