saara 🇵🇸

turned that insta instant shit off INSTANTLY!

I couldn’t even sleep for like a week

Dear @apple, I don’t know what is going on with your damn keyboard, but I have NEVER in the 19 years of owning iPhones, had to backspace, retype, start over, correct words as much as I am now! And what happened to autocorrect!? Is that not a thing anymore? Please fix this!

"Are you free after work?" me after work:

GIRLS, WHEN DID OUR LIVES BECOME SO SERIOUS THAT WE STOPPED DOING RANDOM MAKEUP JUST TO TAKE A PHOTO BY THE WINDOW CURTAIN?

my stay at home game strong asf

Me at 2am when I’m supposed to be sleeping😭😭

Evenings after work finish too quickly. One meal, one show and it’s already tomorrow morning 😭😭

when you’re stretchíng in bed & you feel your calf start to tighten

Scrolling from Ramadan aesthetics to war threads in 0.2 seconds. 2026 is not normal

Snow during Ramadan yk. Kids nowadays don’t know about 9pm iftaars in blazing hot sun

i get so embarrassed for no reason after posting on social media, like why am i showing my life

things that scare me: employment unemployment getting married never getting married having kids never having kids falling in love never falling in love again

Quickest 6 years of my life i swear.

Faze Clan dying is like another chapter of my childhood closed

In Madina, I wasn’t feeling well and called room service. A young man came to clean the room maybe around 20 years old, a Pakistani boy. Quiet, humble, just doing his work, minding his own business. I asked him softly, “How did you end up here?” He smiled faintly and said, “Baji, lambi stories hain.” Then he began to tell me. He said, “I have four sisters. I’m the youngest. My father had a heart attack four years ago. Since then, I’m the only one earning.” His eyes didn’t show sadness only exhaustion. He went on, “These people give me 1500 riyals. 500 goes to my kafeel, 250 for rent. We live five people in one room. Even if I want to cry, I can’t others will get disturbed.” That line pierced through me. “Even if I want to cry, I can’t.” In that moment, I felt something break inside me. Here I was, in the holy city, surrounded by peace and right beside me, a boy carrying the weight of an entire family, silently suffering so his loved ones can survive. We talk about struggle, but what he lives is survival. His story reminded me how many of our people from Pakistan leave their homes, dreams, and youth not to live, but just to keep others alive

I've never been through a hardship that Allah didn't make a way for me, even when I'm at my lowest, even when my prayers aren't perfect. When it looks like there's no way, He opens a way because He is Al-Fattah.

i randomly go on SHEIN, add stuff to my cart and then i just go on about my day