Dania

We’ve grown so light we float above the wreckage, untouched by the weight another carries. No one asks what storm brews behind the eyes, what quiet war is fought in silent rooms. We see the surface crack and call it comedy, never pausing to wonder how deep the fracture runs. It’s easy to laugh when the hurt isn’t ours— shameless, this new habit of turning tragedy light. We mock the fall, the failure, the breaking open, forgetting we too could slip tomorrow, and the same indifferent chorus might greet us. Some carry grief like stones sewn into their clothes— invisible, yet every step costs more than we see. A single careless joke can tear the thread that keeps the whole unbearable garment together. We think we’re only tossing pebbles; they feel the AVALANCHE. And yet the antidote is not heavier silence, but kinder silence— the kind that listens before it speaks, that holds space instead of filling it with noise. Not the absence of words, but the presence of attention. Empathy isn’t heavy; it’s the opposite of cruelty. In a world racing to grow lighter by diminishing others, perhaps the bravest act is simply to feel the gravity of someone else’s pain— and choose silence instead of laughter. Let levity live where it belongs: in our own shadows, softening our edges, not weaponized against another’s open wound. Because we never truly know— the smile we mock today might be the last shield someone has left.

رہنا نہیں چاہتے پر مجبوری ہے۔                                  ان کا ہر  قرضا واپس کرنا‌ بھی ضروری ہے۔                  جو مقدر میں ہے ہی نہیں وہ ہاتھ میں تھمایے بیٹھےہیے اپنی مضدوری ہم پہ خرچ کرکے احسان کرکے بیٹھے ہیں دنیاوی رنج و غم سے ہم تو پہلے ہی پریشان ہے۔            پھر یہ گھریلو تعنے اسمے‌ اور اضافا کر دیتے ہیں۔          بناوٹ کی اس دنیا میں ہم کیوں پھس گیے ہیں            جو اصل مقصد ہیں ہی نہیں وہی کرنے بیٹھے ہیں۔          دانیہ۔ ۷/۲۲/۲۰۲۵

I still remember that moment in 12th standard when everything shifted inside me. Classes were running as usual, but I made up my mind right there: once this year ends, I’m stopping all unnecessary talk with non-mahram men. No more conversations with people who don’t bring any real value, who just waste time and headspace. That single decision became the most powerful, most correct thing I’ve ever done for myself. Those last months of school turned into something I can only call sacred. That school life became something so worthy and so deeply mine that even today I don’t think I’ll ever fully move past it. Those memories sit inside me like something precious I’ll always protect. Life is still not perfect. Problems still come—sometimes they hit hard. But the difference is huge. Earlier, whenever any tension came up, my first thought was: “Should I tell this person? Should I tell that person?” I would mentally run to someone, spill everything, and then feel like I’d offloaded half the weight. Most of the time they just made me feel worse without meaning to. Now? There’s no one left to tell. And this fact… actually became my strength. When something goes wrong, now it’s only me left with that situation. So I sit with it. I feel it fully. I think clearly—what can I actually change? What is out of my hands? I make a practical plan. I act on it. And almost every single time, I handle it much better, much smarter, and with far less drama than I ever did before. That small habit which used to give me comfort before—it was actually making me weaker. Letting it go gave me the courage I never had before. So if somewhere my younger version is listening… listen to this: When you decide to protect your peace, your energy, your heart—even if it means walking alone for some time—this is not a loss. This is power. This is the beginning of a life that truly becomes your own. And once you taste this kind of freedom, your heart never wants to go back to the old life. Never.

When God made Adam stand up in front of the angels including Iblis (Satan), and tested them by commanding them to bow down before Adam, He was giving the first man on earth a practical demonstration of the two paths that would be open to his progeny. Either they would follow the example of the angels and bow to God's commandments, even if it meant bowing before someone they held inferior to themselves or else they would be proud like Satan, and refuse to bow to others. This is the test that man faces throughout his entire life. Here on earth man is constantly faced with two alternative courses of action. He can either follow the course set by the angels and carry out God's commandments by bowing before truth and justice in all that he does or he can act as Satan did and, letting himself be controlled by arrogance and contempt, refuse to concede the right of others. The practical lesson of the forbidden tree demonstrates how man goes astray by letting himself be deceived by Satan, and exceeding the bounds that God has laid down for him. As soon as he eats of the 'forbidden fruit', he is deprived of God's grace or, in other words, Paradise. But this loss is not an irretrievable one. Man still has an opportunity to turn in repentance to his Lord, rectify his actions and seek forgiveness for his sins. When he turns to the Lord in repentance, God relents towards him, and cleanses him of his sins, as if he had never committed them. The preacher of truth is an 'Adam' it is for people to bow before him. If, carried away by pride and prejudice, they refuse to acknowledge his position, they are following in Satan's footsteps. Such a denial amounts to having failed the test devised for man by God.

My fear lives inside me like a heavy shadow, It pushes me away from trying, So I keep failing.  This question “What if…?” never leaves my mind. It circles and circles like a ghost:  What if I take the risk and everything falls apart? What if I finally win, become successful, and the next morning I die?  What if my eyes stop seeing clearly one day, my ears stop hearing, my hands stop feeling? What if I lose my sharpness forever?  What if I marry the person I love with all my heart, we promise forever, and the next day one of us is gone?  What if, one day, all my kindness disappears? What if I turn cold and empty inside?  This fear is like a snake wrapped around me. It feeds on every chance I don’t take. It keeps asking “What if? What if? What if?” while time passes and life waits for no one.  But now that I have named this fear out loud, maybe a small light can grow. Maybe saying it breaks its power a little. Maybe, one day, I will choose courage and turn my “what if” into “watch me.”                                                                                                           ♾️ - 8 dec.

بطورِ پیشے سے میں ایک مصنف تو ہوں پر پھر بھی مجھے میرے ہاتھوں کو قابو میں رکھنا ہوگا۔ یوں تو ہمارے ہاتھوں کو ہر کوئی تھامتا ہے مگر ان ہاتھوں میں پڑے چھالوں کو کوئی نہیں دیکھتا۔ یہ زنگ میں گرفت من کا تو کوئی علاج نہیں لیکن اپنے ہی سایے میں مجھے ایک اجنبی ہے دکھتا۔             بیرونی خوبصورتی ہم پہ ایک خاص پردہ ہے ورنہ ہماری شناخت سے کوئی ھاتھ بھی نہیں ملاتا۔ دانیہ۔ ۷/۲۲/۲۰۲۵