رَهَف. بَ.

أخيراً، The Art Of Thoughts… مابين نسخة البداية، والطبعة الرسمية الأولى. شعور غريب الصراحة، قد ما كنت مجهزة كلام ووصف قد ما إني أعجز عن التعبير حاليا.. ماهو لشيء كثر "معنوية الكتاب" لرُّبما يكون حرفياً جزء من قلبي .. ولعلّه يلتمس شيء ما في قلوبكم.. تجدونه هُنا .. @Tashkeell

We may keep on writing, even if no one reads, as long as it sets us free

Towards a sunny day, I went rhf9x.wordpress.com/2026/04/25/tow…

It all starts with the fall.. 🤍

“Perspective is the difference between a prison and a window”

In love 🤍

There are things we carry quietly without knowing how to release them The Art of Letting Go written somewhere between holding on and learning to move forward Sailing toward acceptance and everything that lies in between I hope u feel it as much as I felt it while writing it 🤍

صدر عن #مجاز كتاب: #The_Art_of_Letting_Go للكاتبة: رهف بدح يتوفر الكتاب في: - مقهى تشكيل. ـ متجر وتطبيق تشكيل الإلكتروني tashkeell.com/ar/qGpwqgK

Humans naturally turn toward light, positivity, growth, and safety; just like sunflowers turn toward the sun.

It’s not about how, it’s about why.

اللهم إني أستودعك عائلتي وعافيتهم فاحفظهم بحفظك يامن لاتضيع ودائعه

A butterfly she was, in every move, in every aspect. The way she dreams is the way she flies; with open wings, up to the sky, facing hard winds, bringing her wishes to life.

أيّامٌ ثِقال، تُطفِئ بَهجَة الرُّوح

Life shapes itself, and we are only passing it through ..

Sometimes We seek truth  No matter how painful it might be  We need it  Sometimes  Facing the truth  Hurts less, than facing a misplaced lie

Sometimes we need to disconnect to reconnect. But what if disconnecting shows us how much we are not fitting in a place?

“There is a stillness that comes when you no longer need someone to validate your sorrow.
When you can cry and hold yourself.
When you can fall apart and know you’ll still be here tomorrow.” - Part of my upcoming book. The art of letting go.

The power of writing is so underestimated

Somewhere around a blue ocean, I floated..

The gentle soft power of written words, just as a soft, pure breeze of air that whispers around us in a warm tone.

The silent power of blue, the rhythmic connection between the ocean and the sky, the slow movement that makes them such perfect two.