Jannat sony

i hear the stories you do not say the heavy night, the restless day each word a thread, each pause a chain i hold them softly, i hold the pain your fears spill out like river flood your trembling hands, your heart of blood i do not push, i do not pry i simply sit and let them fly through quiet rooms your echoes hum i gather them until they come to rest in a place that does not break a careful harbor for your sake

We are shaped by our thoughts, We become what we think.

when hope felt distant and days ran long you kept your spirit steady and strong trusting the whisper no one else heard the promise that lived in a quiet word your faith was the seed beneath the ground hidden from sight, yet deeply sound and though the waiting tested your will its roots were growing deeper still now blessings rise where doubt once stood unfolding gently, just as they should because belief has a way of creating the path and yours is leading to what you’re meant to have

Your life is the most precious gift you can have. Keep it safe. Keep it happy. Be strong. And be grateful for your blessings.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait; so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. — T.S. Eliot

the morning hums, a gentle call i stand at the edge, afraid to fall a cup in hand, or the dark unknown life asks a courage all its own to drink the warmth, to taste the day is braver than just walking away the shadows whisper, soft and cold but living asks for more than bold each small step, each rising sun is proof that battles can be won the cup steams gently, a tiny flame and i choose the fight, i choose my name

the day is gray, the sky is thin but kindness starts where we begin a smile, a word, a gentle touch it does not cost, yet gives so much each act of grace, a secret flame that lights the dark without a name even silence, soft and true can carry hope in all you do let anger fall, let softness stay in every step along the way for hearts can bloom where love is shown and even strangers feel at home