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Soft Ethics for a Loud World Chp I

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Soft Ethics for a Loud World 1. If someone is saying “I’m sorry,” accept it with grace. Don’t argue who’s right. Sometimes peace is holier than proof. 2. If someone is standing before you, acknowledge them, especially if they are younger. Respect doesn’t need an audience, only a gesture. 3. If someone is saying they need advice, give it with sincerity, but don’t bind them to it. Guidance is not control. 4. If someone is saying they find joy in something, let your heart respond with a quiet prayer. Not every emotion needs a comment. 5. If someone says they got a job, say “Mubarak ho.” Please don’t ask how much they’re earning or who helped them. Their joy is not your inquiry. 6. If someone is saying it’s their birthday, celebrate. Don’t chase their age with questions. Let joy be unmeasured. 7. If someone is saying they are preparing for an exam, say a prayer, don’t wait to critique their result. 8. If someone is saying they’re happy, pray it lasts. Don’t dissect it with doubts. ...
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Faith Against the World

I  stand alone, the world so tough, I’ve lost it all, but I’m still enough. I carry life’s weight on my shoulders each day, But I trust in Allah, to show me the way. Though things are hard and I feel the pain, I know Allah’s help will come again. I hope for the best, through each trial and test, With His love in my heart, I find my rest. I feel whole when people see The kindness and hope that live in me. They see the truth in my gentle soul, And it helps me feel strong, brave and whole. So here I stand, against life’s storms, With faith in Allah, my heart stays warm. I’ll keep moving forward, come what may, For His love is my strength, every day.
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Yes Not all men, but always a man.

A weak man marries but doesn’t take responsibility for his wife. He has a child, yet abandons the mother to struggle alone. He can’t accept ‘no,’ so he turns to violence to get what he wants. He is married, but still holds feelings for another woman. He already has a child but insists he wants to start a new family with someone else. He grows a beard and pretends to be religious, yet he commits terrible acts. He opposes laws that protect children from early marriage, yet happily celebrates the West.  He speaks of honor and respect, but never actually shows them to others. He claims to follow his faith, but his actions prove he does not. He never learned what real love is, yet he insists he loves—but it’s only abuse and control, not love at all. Yes, not all men— but it’s always a man who does these things? 
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The girl who gave

  She was in fifth when life took her hand, Not to the playground, but to duty’s demand. While others ran home to a hug and a glass, She polished their shoes, made their shine last. Too short for the sink, she stood on a stool, Washing the dishes, obeying the rule. While laughter echoed from children at play, She stayed inside, working away. Toys were a dream, books were a race, Finished them fast—laundry to face. Summers and winters slipped through her hands, Pouring for others, yet wilting like sand. She learned too young—life isn’t fair, Choices weren’t hers, just burdens to bear. Giving is noble, but in time you see, Even the giver needs space to be free.
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The Heavy Price of Realization

Life is a river with twists unknown, An endless journey, where seeds are sown. We trust the hands we thought would stay, But find they drift in their own way. They’re kind, they’re helpful, their hearts are pure, Yet our paths diverge, of that I’m sure. For no one’s nature can we reshape, Only guide them gently, give them escape. And those who love us, why would we change? To mold their essence feels so strange. If correction wounds, leaves scars inside, Why does the hurt feel so amplified? Of all the souls that crossed my path, I found no malice, no hidden wrath. Generous, caring, their spirits bright, Yet paying that price still feels so right. A cup kept full to always give, But the weight of it all, I still relive. The cost of importance, of being sincere, Has left its mark, so sharp, so clear. Perhaps the pain is worth the gain, To learn what’s wrong, to bear the strain. If no one seeks to harm my heart, Why does it tear my soul apart? We’re all so differen...
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Forever is a lie 🔐

  If forever is a lie, Why are promises to be made? If things are destined, Why do we meet people? If bonds are to break, Why do we often love? If beauty will fade, Why be beautiful? If fragrances are to dull, Why does the aroma stay? If memories are to go, Why do we take pictures? If it can’t be yours, Why is forever beautiful? (It was raining.) ~Tk 
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Some stories are not ours to tell.

When someone opens their heart to you, they're entrusting you with a part of their soul. In that moment, they're giving you everything. Their trust, their fears, their story. If you find yourself unable to ease their burden or change their world, then let the greatest kindness you offer be silence. Let the story they shared die within you, a quiet remembrance that lives on even if you don't walk together. The deepest respect you can show is to carry their words to your final breath, honoring the bond you shared, even if time and distance may draw you apart. For some stories are not ours to tell. They are sacred, bound in the unspoken promise of trust. -TK
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