Hazrat Umar
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The talking tree with human
The wind rustled through the branches of the ancient oak, carrying with it the faintest whispers. Amelia, a young artist living in a small town nestled on the edge of an expansive forest, had heard rumors of the trees talking. At first, she dismissed them as local legends—folklore spun by the townspeople to add a little magic to their otherwise mundane lives. But that all changed one crisp autumn afternoon.
By Hazrat Umar5 months ago in Fiction
💙 "The Day I Finally Understood What Self-Love Really Meant"
The Mask I Wore for Years For as long as I can remember, I believed that loving others meant sacrificing myself. Be the peacemaker. Be agreeable. Say yes even when your heart screams no. Be helpful, be cheerful, be kind—no matter how tired or unseen you feel.
By Hazrat Umar6 months ago in Humans
My Mom Wasn’t a Bad Mother—She Was Just Drowning, Too
I used to tell people my mom was the villain of my childhood. Short-tempered. Always tired. Never there when I needed her emotionally. I swore I’d never be like her. I promised myself I’d never parent the way she did—distant, reactive, hard to love.
By Hazrat Umar7 months ago in Confessions
I Deleted My Instagram at 2AM—and It Changed My Life in 7 Days
I Deleted My Instagram at 2AM—and It Changed My Life in 7 Days Day 1: The Silence Was Deafening It was 2:04 AM. My thumb hovered over the screen. I had done this before—hovered, sighed, closed the app. But this time, something in me cracked. Maybe it was the 17th bikini photo I scrolled past while eating leftover noodles in pajamas. Maybe it was the fact that my self-esteem now depended on people I hadn't seen since high school.
By Hazrat Umar7 months ago in Lifehack
The Scream of Silence (saad poetry)
Poem: One day, just like that — You left without a word. No farewell, no final glance, Just silence, painfully unheard. That same room, those same four walls, Still ache for the sound of your laughter. The ticking clock now screams alone, Each moment mourns what came after.
By Hazrat Umar7 months ago in Poets
