Rahat naz
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The Unseen Wound
Sensitivity is a malignant disease a sickness that cannot be detected by a doctor, nor can it be cured by modern medicine. It doesn’t invade the body like a flu or infect the bloodstream like a virus. No blood tests can detect its presence, no X-rays can reveal its damage, but those who suffer from it feel it in every waking moment of their lives. If there was a machine capable of peering into the soul, it would reveal that more people are plagued by this condition than by any physical illness.
By Rahat naz8 months ago in Motivation
The Silent Strength of Sincerity
A Journey Through the Heart of Pure Emotion and Unseen Bonds Sincerity… it's not just a word — it is a feeling, a state of being, a powerful energy that cannot be fully expressed through language or bought with wealth. It’s the soft beat of a heart that stirs when it sees another in pain. It is a feeling of empathy that causes an ache within your chest for someone else's suffering, even when they’re not bound to you by blood or obligation.
By Rahat naz8 months ago in Motivation
The Golden Echoes of Our Childhood
Whenever you get the chance, open the old chest of memories in solitude. Sit quietly with those windows of the past open, where time left behind a scent. Every moment was a story free of worries, free of deceit, without desire or any sense of lacking. A simple, sweet world, known as childhood.
By Rahat naz8 months ago in Motivation
The City of the Selfish: Breathing in a Graveyard of Emotions
In a world where blood ties burn the heart, let your silence become your strength and your pain a path to power. Selfishness—an invisible poison that silently eats away the foundation of relationships. It doesn’t storm into your life with drama; instead, it creeps in slowly, wrapping itself around your bonds, love, and trust like a silent killer. It breaks hearts, creates emotional distance, and leaves a person feeling utterly alone among people who call themselves “family.” In such a society, one doesn't truly live—they die a little more every single day.
By Rahat naz8 months ago in Motivation
The fragrance of the veil
foot of the mountains lay a beautiful village where the seasons were pure and the hearts even purer. In this village, a simple girl named Ayesha was born. Her mother, Bibi Halima, was an ordinary woman, but she carried the light of faith in her heart. Poverty and hardships were part of life, but Halima never compromised on her daughter’s upbringing.
By Rahat naz9 months ago in Motivation
The Forgotten hands
The man whom I called "father" had completed seventy-two long, tireless years of life. The scent of dust, dirt, and cement had long ago settled into his breath. His hands, once strong and calloused from endless labor, were now full of wrinkles, his bones frail, yet his resolve remained unbroken — as if time had never slowed him down. Each crack in his skin told the story of decades spent under the unforgiving sun, of winters endured without warm clothing, of countless days when his own needs were buried under the weight of his responsibilities.
By Rahat naz9 months ago in Motivation
Heroes begin at home
Hamid was a successful businessman. Wealth, fame, social status — he had it all. People looked at him with envy. His name was celebrated in gatherings, his quotes were shared widely on social media, and young men saw him as their role model.
By Rahat naz9 months ago in Motivation
The innocent Heart A journey to self respect
Innocent Girl — The True Meaning of Respect She was an innocent girl — with a heart as delicate as dewdrops, pure and transparent. Her dreams were so vast that they sought to touch the sky, and her hopes so resilient that they found light even in the deepest darkness.
By Rahat naz9 months ago in Motivation
