My Generosity is not my Responsibility

Don't mistake my kindness for servitude,

My generosity is not your right.

I choose to give freely and with gratitude,

But don't expect it every night.

My heart is open, my spirit kind,

But I am not your servant or slave.

Don't take advantage, don't be so blind,

My help is not yours to crave.

I give because I want to, not because I must,

Don't misunderstand my intentions.

My charity is born out of trust,

And not from any obligations.

So don't mistake my generosity for responsibility,

I am not here to serve your whims.

My kindness is given with humility,

And not to cater to your whims.

-MURSHIDA PARVEEN

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Lust

I try to suppress these wild thoughts, These cravings that I feel so intense But they consume me whole, And I can't escape their fence. I see you came by, And my heart begins to race, My mind wanders off, To a forbidden, lustful space. I wish I could shake this thought, And let it fade away, But it lingers in my soul, Haunting me every way. I know it's wrong to think this way To want what I can't have, But the desire is too strong, And I feel like I'm going mad. So I'll keep these thoughts in me And let them die slowly But they'll always be there, A constant, painful lie. For I know I cannot act for them, And I cannot be with you, So I'll keep on living, With these sad thoughts of lust, so real. Murshida Parveen

Young Forever

"Digging deep inside the mine, the little girl crawled and crawled towards the hollow. She was expected to work long hours digging for mica, a shiny mineral mainly used in many cosmetic products. She was not given any protective gear or equipment, and the mine was dangerous and dark. She worked hard every day, digging through rocks and dirt with her bare hands. Months passed, and her health began to suffer. She was malnourished and weak, and she began to have trouble breathing from the dust in the mine. Her parents became worried about their daughter and went to the mine to see her. When they arrived, they found Her lying on the ground, unable to move. She had been injured in a cave-in and was badly hurt." Ram awoke once more from slumber. It's been three weeks, Ram started experiencing strange nightmares every night. In his dreams, he would see a little girl's death. At first, Ram thought it was just a bad dream, but the nightmares continued every night, and the litt...

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ആദ്യം ഒരു കൗതുകം അത് തീർക്കാൻ ഒരെത്തിനോട്ടം. നോട്ടത്തിൽ നിന്നും സന്ദേശങ്ങളായി സന്ദേശം വിളികളായി വഴിമാറി. സൗഹൃദം ഊട്ടിയുറപ്പിച്ച് വഴിതെറ്റില്ലെന്നുറപ്പിച്ച് വഴിമാറിപ്പോകാതിരിക്കാൻ പ്രത്യേകം ശ്രദ്ധ നൽകി. ഒടുവിൽ ശ്രദ്ധയെ പ്രലോഭനങ്ങളിൽ വഴി തിരിച്ച് വിട്ടു. പിരിയാൻ ആവാത്ത വിധം, പിണങ്ങാൻ കഴിയാത്ത വിധം, അടുത്ത് പരിചയിച്ച് ബന്ധം ദൃഢമായി മാറിയ നേരം, മടുപ്പിന്റെ ലാഞ്ചന ചെറുതായി വീശി. പിന്നെ പണ്ട് പാടിയ വാഴ്ത്തു പാട്ടുകളെല്ലാം പിണക്കങ്ങളായി, പരിഭവങ്ങളായി, പരാതികളായി മാറി. മിണ്ടാതിരിക്കാൻ കഴിയാതിരുന്നവർ, പേരിന് നേരെ പച്ചവെളിച്ചം തെളിയാൻ കാത്ത് നിന്നവർ, ഒഴിഞ്ഞ് മാറാൻ പഠിച്ചു. ഒടുക്കം ബ്ലോക്ക് ലിസ്റ്റിൽ തുടക്കം ആ പേരെത്തി നിന്നു. Murshida Parveen

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