Arshad Ali
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A story of love, confidence and trust in God. This is nopsolive
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Love is the name of trust A story of love and confidence
A drizzly afternoon. Drops of water are gathering on the window glass. Neela is enjoying a cup of tea while sitting in her small room. She is looking for a little peace in the warmth of the tea cup in her hand. Just as it is raining outside, some invisible rain is also falling in her mind—of love, waiting, and a little disappointment.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Motivation
Returning Without Questions
Returning Without Questions They came a little closer to me one odd evening, I recall. Despite its simplicity, the relationship had an odd depth. There was a kind of connection between them that spoke before words, the language of their eyes—even when they were silent in front of each other, they understood each other. However, despite being by each other's side, there are times in life when people move on. There came a time when the two of them moved far away from each other.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
Sunset in the mountains of Durmitor
Sunset in the mountains of Durmitor The afternoon was different. The sun was slowly setting on the mountainside, spreading golden colors in the sky. The sunset could be seen from the campus dormitory, like a perfectly arranged scene—as if painted by Allah with his own hands.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
Arshad and Jami The Last Night of Love
Arshad and Jami's "The Last Night of Love" Love can sometimes elevate the most banal of events. And there are times when that love becomes a gloomy, long-lasting reminder of pain. This story is one such last night, where there was love, but no future.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
Good night, dream on
Dream good night. A tale of love, self-assurance, and faith in one's work There is a quiet shadow all around at night. After the hustle and bustle of the day, the night is a special time from the side of the alert where we talk to ourselves, think of dear things, and most of all - the deep love of the heart.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Motivation
Prayer and Love
Prayer and Love Love is not just a feeling, surrendering that feeling through prayer is a kind of worship. In the course of life, we experience many loves—friends, relatives, and special people. However, there is one thing that can increase the emotional and powerful nature of that deep love: prayer. The desire for him transforms into "He is good in my heart" when we love. And there is nothing greater than the well-being of a believer—if someone can pray for him.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
The stars of the night and you
The stars of the night and you The night is much softer today. The moonlight melts through the window and falls on the floor of the room. The pages of the book kept in the small shelf in the corner of the room are also sparkling in the rays of light. The night is still, there is silence all around, and my mind is only anxious about one thing—**you**
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Men
Love like black tea
Love like black tea It was deep at night. Outside the window, a gentle rain was falling silently. Maya was sitting in the dim light inside the room. A cup of black tea in her hand was her favorite, and her love, like that tea, was dark and deep, but not visible to everyone.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
A Night Under the Stars
A Night Under the Stars In the quiet moments before sleep, when the world feels peaceful and still, love has a way of finding its way into your heart. For Ava and Liam, that quiet night was filled with the warmth of their shared dreams, the kind that could only be whispered in the darkness of a quiet room, where the stars above seemed to echo the promises they had made to each other.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Fiction
Your name in the moonlight
It was 10:30 at night. In the village of Nijhum, the night sky was like a mysterious world wrapped in a huge sheet. The moon was spreading light across the entire sky. Maya's face was being illuminated by the skylight that was passing through the window opening. Maya was sitting quietly, holding her mobile phone. The following was the last message that appeared on the screen: "Will you fall asleep without talking today too?"
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Humans
Extraordinary Love Story: "You Are, I Am"**
The first time I looked into your eyes, the world stopped. I felt like I was transported to a different world by the depth of your eyes. There was a light in your eyes, as if it was teaching me to understand anew every moment.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in History
I am black myself, yet my trust is in Allah
This statement may seem ridiculous to many. For some, it is a sign of self-pity, for others, a sign of low self-confidence. But for me, it is a true feeling—which I have heard many times, felt many times. From childhood to adulthood, the language and eyes of society have been pointed at me many times. "You can't do anything," "You are not as smart as others," "You will only fall behind"—these words have become my shadow. But you know, this word "black" is not just a skin color, it is a sign of neglect, a name given by a society, when no one wants to see someone's potential. I never wanted to shine like a diamond, I just wanted to prove myself—not just in front of my family, but in front of my Lord. To Allah, I am not black, I am beloved. Since I understood this, I have learned to see life differently. I have never been able to see myself the way people see me. I tried to illuminate my heart—so that I would not be blind to Allah, so that there would be the light of Tawhid in my heart. People will say, “You cannot”—but Allah says, “I am with you, you can.” Allah says, “Remember Me, I will remember you…” (Surah Al-Baqarah: 152) I cried after reading this verse. Because those who forget Me, those who consider me unworthy, forget Me, but Allah remembers Me. Confidence begins when trust in Allah begins. At one time, I felt like I could do nothing. Being behind in my studies, people’s laughter, and accusations broke me. But I was patient. I cried out to Allah, saying with tears, “O Allah, if people abandon me, will You not sustain me?” By Allah’s grace, I stood again. Each failure has become my stepping stone. I have stayed up all night, memorized while crying, made mistakes, and learned again. Maybe I am not as brilliant as everyone else, but I stand on the mercy of Allah. When society pushes, Allah holds me back. A sister once said this. I did not understand it then. Now I understand—because, when there is no one around, I am not alone. My Lord is there. Deep prayers at night, tears of prostration, and the silent battle within myself—these have become my true companions. "Black" in the eyes of people, but "important" in the eyes of Allah—this realization is the greatest light in my life. Today I say—yes, I am black, but I have not given up. I may not have become much yet, but I know that my path is on track. I want to brighten the faces of my family through education. I want them to proudly say, "He is our child, he is our light." I know my limitations, but my Lord has infinite mercy. I trust in that kindness. I want those who are black like me to know that we are not incompetent. If you can fall from your position and stand up again, then you are successful. If you can cry to God even if you don't understand people, then you are a winner. We who are "black"—we are not failures, we may be far from the light, but we are on the way to the light. God never abandons us, if we trust in Him. ✨ In closing, I say: “If you cannot be human, there is no sorrow in that—you are a very beautiful person as long as you are not selfish like humans.” And if you learn to love yourself in the eyes of God, then you are truly lucky.
By Arshad Ali9 months ago in Photography
