We wield words like weapons, then wonder why the prayers feel heavy. We build walls with every lie, and call it protection .
And if you still can't speak the truth— then for God's sake, at least stop pretending the silence is peace. Would you like a version with a specific tone (poetic, dramatic, everyday conversation) or in Hindustani script (Devanagari or Nastaliq)? khuda ke liye
For God's sake, stop. Stop the silence that has grown louder than any scream. Stop the pride that hides behind the broken glass of trust. We wield words like weapons, then wonder why
Khuda ke liye , look into those eyes— the ones you’ve turned away from, the ones that once lit up at your name. Would you like a version with a specific
For God's sake— remember the hand that held yours in the dark, the voice that said your name like a blessing.
Don’t let ego be the last thing standing between you and mercy.