Feel The Art

  Take the Swing – You’re Missing More Than You Know Take a swing — look around, really look. You’ve been missing more than you realize. Give the moment your full attention. Soak it in. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing — not anymore. You are far bigger , stronger , and more capable than you’ve dared to imagine. The path forward? Start by rebuilding your broken parts. Restructure the rubble. That’s not failure — it’s proof you’re determined to rise. Being naive? That’s not a flaw. It’s where all growth begins. Every one of us started with nothing but curiosity and bruises. Take the time to build your bridges — Step by step, word by word. Use the anchors around you: – The advice that lifts you – The critics who sharpen you – Even those who doubt you — let their disbelief be your momentum. You have to rail forward. Get on track. Pick up speed. Fast or slow, it doesn’t matter — you’re chasing your own success , not someone else’s timeline. Never drop your guard. ...

Baby, my eyes veil tears; your voice, I long to hear. We are truly blessed whenever you are near—no need to fear. We cherish every moment, every gift you steer, Your love alone is all I need, my dear. We should never be caged, nor dare to break free— For freedom without you would never be fair, you see. Aren’t we shedding sweet tears together, tender and rare? Your heart, I vow, I’ll never tear apart— Losing you is the pain I fear most in my heart. I know I met you before, a truth I hold dear, For loving you has made my soul eager and clear. Through thick and thin, we’ll stand, side by side— Sweet tears will never fade, in them our treasures abide. Aren’t we shedding sweet tears, a love we can’t hide? I wait for you, never deferring, To enter my heart, become my seer— Our bond will never be bare, no empty decree, For with you, eternity is our “barbecue,” a feast for you and me. Aren’t we shedding...

HOPE When you’re too low, and nothing seems to flow, Taking hits feels endless—yet you’ll rise to know. Look up to the sky, where you made your vow, Facing life’s trials, you learn to abide somehow. Once you understand, never pretend you don’t know, Even when paths are rough, don’t just lie low. They’ll say you’ve endured what you yourself have sown, Remember, in tragedy, slow is strength unknown— Like a war, you must fight, tear through the night, And when things fall below, don’t lose your light. At first, you led the charge, then you held the bow, Victory is yours now, cutting down every foe. Give thanks to Allah, the drummer of your win, Celebrate every battle with joy deep within. Through darkness and struggle, like Ramadan's bright rally, Give thanks, embrace the light, and feast on life’s blessings.

Fake it till you make it? Don’t buy into that. Roll your dice just as they are—no need to mask your scars. Being real won’t hurt; there’s always room for those who care. Burst into tears—it’s okay not to be okay. They might say you’ve let your guard down, But let their words fall on deaf ears—you are human. Be stronger than ever. Whenever you fall, rise again. And always—keep that smile on your face.