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december 2025, will always have a piece of my heart ❤️‍🩹

reading lately feels less like a hobby and more like a little escape I didn’t know I needed.

some almosts stay longer than the real things ever did.

at least we’re under the same moon

farewell, my almost some maybes never leave.

" اللهُم أرِح قلبي بلُطف يمحُو فوضى الشعور "

“you’re the dried flower between the pages of my favourite book.”

عوّضني يارب العوض الذي تطمئِن لهُ روحِي اللهُم اجبـر خاطري جبـرًا أنتَ وليّه.

اللهم اجعلني أرى أمنياتي تتسابق عليّ بتسخيرٍ منك 🤍

what reaches the soul, never fades

the price you pay for ignoring your gut feeling is very expensive.

the scariest thing to me is how a heart can change without asking for permission. you feel safe there for so long.. until one day, you’re not even recognized

“I don’t do confusion. either something real, clear and respectful, or I step out.”

“forgive yourself for not knowing what only time could teach you.”

si loin, mais toujours dans mon cœur.

the art of keeping my heart pure

strange how something can stay real on one side, and slowly disappear on the other.

reste près de moi

“just because you would do it for them doesn’t mean they would do it for you.”

a peaceful heart is the real wealth