𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵

𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵 pinned «The Person Underneath You held my hand and made me realise something I had spent my whole life avoiding....... I should have been asking myself questions. Who am I beneath everything I have been told I am? Who would I become if I stopped living by the…»

The Person Underneath You held my hand and made me realise something I had spent my whole life avoiding....... I should have been asking myself questions. Who am I beneath everything I have been told I am? Who would I become if I stopped living by the identity the world had calibrated for me? Maybe if I had never fallen in love, I would have never discovered myself. Because those who have never fallen often mistake acceptance for identity. They become what the world names them, what their family expects, what their circumstances permit, what society teaches them to be and never pause long enough to ask whether any of it truly belongs to them. But love has a strange way of dismantling you. You begin to know yourself only when you are forced to search for yourself. And sometimes that search begins precisely where you don't get what you were willing to give everything for. When what you desperately hoped for remains beyond your reach.. something inside you begins to speak. The broken hope tells you. The unanswered question tells you. The nights you spend trying to understand why tell you. And the heart that could not have what it wanted becomes the mirror in which you finally see who you are. Perhaps that is why we break. Not always to destroy us...but to expose us. Because until life cracks something open, we rarely look inside. You don't discover what lives within you while everything is going your way. You discover it when the thing you prayed for doesn't arrive, when the person you imagined beside you isn't there, when the future you carefully built in your mind collapses before you. And somewhere beneath all those shattered expectations, there is a version of you that was waiting to be found. Maybe I had to lose what I thought I wanted to finally meet the person I had been all along. Because sometimes you don't find yourself by getting what you want. You find yourself when life takes it away..and you are forced to ask, for the first time, who you are without it. #Abdo

I'm a terrible person maybe because I'm still trying to understand myself, even though the world, the people, my name, my caste, and every label attached to me have already defined who I am..who i should be. #Abdo

Junoon hota hai har umr mein juda juda... Khilone, ishq, paisa, aur phir Khuda Khuda. — Bashir Badr

No One Knew His Name No one knew his name. Not the newspapers, not the statues in the city squares, not the history books that spent their pages remembering kings and forgot the hands that built their kingdoms. He lived unheard. He repaired what others had broken, left a little more than he had taken, and whenever the world asked him what he had accomplished, he smiled... He smiled as though the question itself had misunderstood him. He never built a monument. He built a bridge where an old man once had to walk twice the distance. He planted a tree beneath whose shade he would never sit. He left money at the doorstep of a family that believed their neighbour had helped them. He taught a child how to read and never told the child that the books had come from him. Once, in the middle of a storm, he stopped his journey to help a stranger fix a broken wheel. The stranger thanked him. He simply said, “Someone would have done the same for me.” But no one did. And perhaps that was the most beautiful thing about him... he gave to the world what he wished the world had given him. Years passed. His hair turned silver. His hands grew slower. The city changed around him. Buildings rose where fields once breathed. Old roads disappeared. People moved away. Names were forgotten. Even the tree he had planted had become taller than the house he once lived in. And still, No one knew his name. Then one evening when his footsteps had become careful and slow...when his breathing holds the weight of many winters, he walked beneath that tree. A little boy was sitting there. Reading.. The same way he had once taught another child to read. The boy looked up and asked, “Who planted this tree?” The old man looked at its branches. He smiled. And said “I don't know.” He walked away before the boy could ask anything else. But for the first time in his life, he understood something. Perhaps a life was never measured by how many people remembered you. Perhaps it was measured by how many lives became easier because you had once existed. Perhaps the greatest things we do are never attached to our names. A door we held open. A hand we reached for. A lesson we gave. A road we made easier. A wound we helped someone survive without ever knowing how deeply they were hurting. Perhaps we are all leaving pieces of ourselves in places we will never return to. And perhaps that is what makes life so strangely beautiful.. you may never know who smiled because you stayed, who kept going because you spoke, who found courage because you believed in them once, or who will someday stand beneath the shade of something you planted in the dark. The old man died quietly. There were no cameras. No crowds. No marble carved with his name. The next morning, the city continued moving as though nothing had happened. But somewhere, A tree kept growing. A bridge kept carrying strangers. A book kept changing hands. A child he once taught was now teaching another. And somewhere in the world, someone was living a better life because a man whose name they would never know had once chosen kindness when nobody was watching. So NO.. history never remembered him. But perhaps history was never the place he was meant to live. He lived in the shade of a tree he planted. In the courage of a stranger. In the knowledge of a child. In the kindness of people who would never know where they learned it. And if you ask me now whether his life mattered, I wouldn't show you a monument. I wouldn't show you a photograph. I wouldn't give you a name. I'd just point toward the world and say... “Look carefully.” “There he is.” “He is everywhere.” #Abdo

I've been super busy since last week with a crazy workload. I also took on a new project from the US, so the time difference has me stuck in late-night meetings these days. But somehow... between all the deadlines, meetings, and chaos, I still manage to love you. So don't get jealous of my projects..they're temporary. You're my forever. 😉❤️

​Ek hi aasmaan ke tale hain, par kitne door hain hum, Teri chahat ki aag mein jalne ko majboor hain hum. Naam tera hi aata hai jab bhi koi poochta hai, Teri doori mein bhi, bas tere hi guroor hain hum. English: Beneath the same sky we live, yet worlds apart we remain. I'm left with no choice but to burn in the fire of longing for you. Whenever someone asks who lives in my heart, your name is the only answer. Even in your absence, I still carry the pride of belonging to you. #Abdo

One different decision... one different second... and we might have remained strangers forever. The fact that we didn't is the most beautiful miracle of my life. No word has ever been invented to describe how grateful I am that our paths became one. Abdo ❤️

Not to flirt or anything. But if you were a dinosaur 🦕 you'd be gorgeoussaurüs Morning ❤️ !!

When I was a child, I never asked my dad for a PlayStation. I already knew we couldn't afford something like that, and there were far more important things our family needed. But somehow, he found out it was my dream to have it, and I never mentioned it. So he just smiled and said, "One day, when you start earning, buy it yourself." Sixteen years later... I finally can. Yet somehow, I still want to know what it feels like to receive it from someone I love. So I'll wait... And if that day never comes, I'll buy it for my son... and we'll play together. #Abdo #PS5

Every Monday morning feels like standing at the foot of a mountain I no longer have the strength to climb. Another week without you... another journey that asks for courage I can barely find... and each Monday I fear I have a little less of it left. #Abdo

The dust on your abaya carries more honor than all their flashy makeup. ❤️

She is a bird... free enough to kiss the clouds. I am an eagle with broken wings... grounded by fate but never by love. I may never fly beside her, but as long as these eyes can find her in the sky, they will guard every flight she takes. If not my wings... then my gaze will protect her. #Abdo

The weight of my crown became unbearable. I searched villages... Mountains... Ports... Kingdoms beyond my own. Not as a ruler. But as a man searching for the only home his heart had ever known. I never found you. Now my hair has turned silver. The throne still belongs to me. My kingdom still calls me a great king. But if one day my son asks me what the greatest achievement of my reign was... I will not speak of battles. Nor wealth. Nor power. I will tell him that once... I wandered through my own kingdom disguised as an ordinary man... And met an ordinary young woman whose smile made me question everything I believed greatness to be. She never wore my crown. She never sat upon my throne. She never even knew how deeply I loved her. Yet every merciful law I passed... Every life I spared... Every kindness my people remember me for... Was written by a king... Who spent the rest of his life trying to become worthy of the only woman he knew he would never have. By #Abdo

The Greatest Secret of My Reign History remembers me as a great king. They speak of the wars I won... The kingdoms I united... The palaces I built... The wealth that filled my treasury. But history has always admired the wrong things. If you truly wish to know what shaped my reign... Then allow me to tell you about the woman I loved. As king, I often left the palace without my crown. A ruler who only listens to ministers eventually rules a kingdom he no longer understands. So I dressed as an ordinary traveler... Walked through crowded streets... Shared bread with strangers... And listened to stories that no one would ever dare tell their king. It was on one of those evenings... That I first saw you. A young woman... No crown... No jewels... No title. Yet somehow... You carried yourself with a grace no queen in my court had ever possessed. Just a heart so effortlessly alive that it made the whole street seem brighter. You were helping an old flower seller gather the blossoms the wind had scattered across the road. Every time the breeze stole another flower from your hands... You laughed. Not the laughter of someone trying to be admired... But the laughter of a woman who found beauty in the smallest mischief of life. I stood there... Unable to move. I had seen princesses whose beauty poets compared to the moon. Queens whose elegance inspired songs. Women wrapped in silk and adorned with jewels worth entire kingdoms. Yet none of them had ever stolen a single heartbeat from me. You did. Not because you were the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen... But because your smile carried a peace that no throne had ever given me. And in that quiet moment... Before I knew your name... Before I heard your voice... I committed the greatest surrender of my life. A king had fallen in love with an ordinary woman. That night... My palace celebrated another military victory. My generals waited for praise. My ministers discussed borders. Musicians played until dawn. Yet I heard none of them. My thoughts remained in that little street... Where a young woman had laughed at the wind. The following morning... I ordered the release of a prisoner. My council looked at me in confusion. "Your Majesty..." "He still has years left to serve." "I know." "Then why show mercy?" I looked beyond the palace windows and quietly replied... "Because yesterday... I remembered that every soul deserves another sunrise." They believed mercy had changed me. Only I knew... Love had. From that day onward... Whenever fate allowed me to see your smile... Someone was reunited with their family. A widow received a home. An orphan found loving arms. A prison cell opened. A hungry table was filled. The kingdom praised my kindness. But none of it belonged to me. It all began with you. I returned to the marketplace again... And again... Not as a king... But as a man hopelessly searching for one smile. Sometimes we spoke. Only a few words. About flowers... About the weather... About the children running through the streets. You never knew who I was. And I prayed you never would. Because I feared the moment you discovered I wore a crown... You would stop looking at me the way you looked at a stranger. I did not want your respect. I wanted your laughter. I wanted the smile that belonged to no one. Years passed. The kingdom grew prosperous. People called me the most merciful king our land had ever known. If only they knew... That every act of mercy was my silent attempt to become a man worthy of the woman I loved. One morning... I returned to the marketplace. The flower seller recognized me. Before I could ask... She lowered her eyes. "She left." My heart forgot how to beat. "Where?" "I don't know, my lord. She said the world is too large to keep kindness in one place." For the first time...

She may seem fragile like the wind... but only You know how fiercely her heart has fought. O Most Merciful, she belongs to Your mercy... heal her.. strengthen her and ease every ache. Aameen.

To everyone who made it... Congratulations... Behind this result are sleepless nights, silent prayers, and battles no one else saw. May you become the kind of doctors who heal not only with knowledge... but with kindness. And to everyone who couldn't... Do not mistake a closed door for the end of your journey. Some dreams simply choose a longer road before they arrive. One exam can measure your score... It can never measure your heart, your courage, or the life you are still capable of changing. Keep walking... The world has a beautiful way of surprising those who refuse to stop.

I hope you realize someday... you didn't just become someone I love.You became the person I never want to love after. Good morning ❤️

A Table For Two She arrived wearing a red dress... the kind of red that convinces even the roses to lower their gaze. The candles did not burn to give us light... they burned because the night deserved witnesses... Across the table... your eyes were the destination every love story begins without knowing... The dessert remained untouched... we were already intoxicated by the way your smile reached your eyes before it reached your lips... Outside... the city kept speaking in its ordinary language... Inside... our hands never touched... yet my heart swore they already had... When dinner surrendered to the night... we let our footsteps write the next chapter... The streets had forgotten the noise they carried all day... Only the moon followed us... as though even the sky wished to know where love was going... You drifted closer... until even the breeze had nowhere left to pass... You came a little closer... and suddenly the moon had competition... But as if destiny had grown tired of keeping two souls apart... Your hair borrowed the fragrance of the evening breeze... The breeze returned carrying your name... I forgot every beautiful thing I had planned to say...damn..I forgot every prayer I had ever memorized... Because watching you close your eyes while listening to the music felt holier than reciting them... You stopped where the moonlight gathered at your feet... You Looked at me with those impossible eyes... And for one weightless moment... The world forgot it was still turning... Our lips met... Not to steal a kiss... But to finish a sentence our hearts had been writing long before we met...like the two verses that had spent a lifetime searching for the same poem... The streets grew quieter... The night grew deeper... And somehow... The distance between two heartbeats became the longest journey love had ever completed... When you looked at me again... I understood why the moon chooses the darkness... Not every miracle belongs to daylight... If tomorrow asks where heaven hides... I will remember this table... This street... This night... That untouched dessert... The walk that taught the stars how to follow... Your red dress... And those impossible eyes. #Abdo