Mental Health
The Scar is Where the Light Refused to Leave
I carry the silence of my father in my bones. He was a man of few words and many wounds. He never taught me how to love—only how to stay. He stayed through storms, heartbreaks, and cancer. He stayed when his body gave up but his eyes still held the sky.
By Ikram Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Life, in Stolen Moments
Life, in Stolen Moments — a phrase that captures the beauty hidden in the quiet, fleeting seconds we often overlook. Life isn’t always lived in grand achievements or loud celebrations; sometimes, it unfolds silently — in a passing glance, a whispered memory, a moment of solitude.
By Tahir Mehmood9 months ago in Poets
