To My Old House...

 

A bird makes his way to world and travels through dust and smoke and during this , it makes its nest and rest there from time to time. What homea make him feel like , this blog makes me feel so. 

I have been through dust and smoke and felt myself like a particle and shelter have been this blog. So much of me is accumulated in this blog. Vintage me. Bizzarre me. Invincible me. Scared me. Solely me and all me. 

This is my house where my soul resides. My old cottage where my words if written in depressed mood are mourning for me and if excited must be cheering out. It is a holy place where I have devoted the half of me and sometimes the whole of me. A place where I am usually found in my solitude.

I celebrate my new year in my this old house. 

Being 27…

At this point, I am very conscious for being a better human being. A creature who enjoys good relations with her creator. Allah has been so blessed to me all the way long and I couldnt thank him properly. The wish and the longing is to be a good muslim.Seek repentance for all the deeds that were done.May Allah make me a better creature.

Ameen. 

Happy 2021. May Allah safe us from covid-19 and keep muslims all around the world in his amaan. 

Celebrations! 

Zainab...