Irfan

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Yes, it’s prohibited. We’re told not to cross. But what if we do? What if we step past that invisible line drawn by hands we’ve never even seen? They say a serpent will awaken, and the moment it sees us, our fragile skin will blister in hell. Typical monster stuff, right? But then again... who made the monster? Who imagined it, gave it hunger, gave it purpose? The one who watches. From where? From the sky-high shadows, the First Being always watching, never seen. So did he make them? The tormentors? Just to disturb us? How loving. How kind, really, to design beasts to gnaw on our guilt. To toss us into chaos and then softly whisper, “Control yourself. Earn your reward.” Tell me, doesn’t it feel like too much? To be born into a world of rules that feel like traps? To be judged by a god who seems deeply in love with our obedience?. Honestly, what were they thinking?

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Stumbled upon this cozy little spot at midnight... waiting to be found.

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Some verses are best left fragmented.. Critics said it’s brilliant. Guess who's the critic.. 🫢

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I came back home after months of study Hoping to find some peace and rest But my room was cold and void of life As if it had been long left The only sound that broke the silence Was a lizard on the wall He made noises like he wanted to talk But I ignored his call He kept on making his chill sounds As if he had something to say I was amazed and curious I had never heard a lizard this way I asked him questions about his life But I couldn't understand his reply I wondered what he meant by his sounds Did he miss me or did he defy? He looked shiny in the dim light His eyes were sharp, his voice was deep He moved his head and stretched his legs He seemed to have a secret to keep I listened and observed him so closely That I felt a connection with him He was talking to me and I to him It was a moment of magic and whim We talked for long until I fell asleep But when I woke up he was gone I felt a change in my face I felt a missing in my heart I missed a lizard, 🫩 Why did he make me feel this way?

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I don't back those who stay out of politics. But who stays out of it? There's confusion about being political, apolitical, and taking part in party politics. People often mix up these ideas. Some folks think that those without any experience in a political party are apolitical. But politics isn't just about backing a specific party. It's about a person's thoughts and stances. If I don't support any party, in power or not, it doesn't mean I'm apolitical. I have my own take on politics, and my political involvement doesn't have to include joining a party. Politics is about making plans and working with others to live in peace and order, not fighting over party loyalties. If someone doesn't see any good in any party, they have the right to not join one as long as they get the difference between politics and party politics.

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You are an overthinker?.. A whisper in your ear A hidden truth or lie A warning you must hear Before you say goodbye Your past, present, future Your mind is always sure Your pain is self-inflicted Your logic is restricted You struggle to escape The fiction you create You know your thoughts are valid But they make you feel invalid Your reality is yours Your certainty is pure You are an overthinker You have a different vision You may face setbacks But you excel in reason You are always honest And your thoughts become your actions

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Do you have...?

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A mass of pressure A pulse of will But barriers of uncertainty Confine me in a cell I crave to escape To alter what I reject But feelings restrain me Like ropes around my flesh I don't vow to be calm But I wrestle to defy I don't know if I'm true But stasis is my doom The cost of idleness Is higher than I can pay A torment without limit A scar that stays..

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Why do people often feel they need to sugarcoat their religion? It's an interesting trend: when a scholar, leader, or religious spokesperson says things that raise moral questions about touchy subjects like gender or ethics, many people jump to defend the faith itself. They say that the person's views are just wrong calling them a "lone madman." They claim these views don't match up with what their beliefs are about. But are we missing something bigger?

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I carry stories like folded maps in my pocket not drawn to lead, but to be opened by those who are simply curious. There are moments, Soft as dusk and light as morning, that ink holds better than memory. I don’t write for claps or the brightness of eyes wide with wonder I write because somewhere in the quiet, something listens back. If you're not here to chase, but just to walk, to read without running then maybe, you were always meant to find this thread. So… if you're ready, .... !

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Hellooo hey... I figured this might be a good place to explore the paradoxes within myself and to take a closer look at those who’ve chosen to be here. Let’s see where this leads... 🕺

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