Knowledge room

24/08/2026

24/08/2026

‎Their minds are consumed in a hunger not for food, but for the domination and humiliation of the opposite gender, and I can already see hullabaloo brewing around the corner.

‎It's perfectly normal to fight for the interest of the side you belong to, but sheer extremism will show even if you hide behind a work of art.
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‎In the 'sacred' name of gender advocacy or gender hostility many are showing their killer instinct. Before it's what they carry in their minds, but gradually it graduates into their books and finally the ideology they instill into others, and they will make sure they pass their message in a surge or as swift as possible when they get the opportunity to do so.
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‎The question that lingers in the heart of every thinker would be how we get to this juncture, but that is simple.
‎We are in this not merely because some feel wronged or less important, but as a result of superiority complex.
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‎These sentiments must fade before they consume us and turn our differences into a real war.

09/08/2026

At the brink of every strong dreams
Or I should say the outskirts of the communities of the heart, there is always a will, the will, will then serve as a wheel, that wheel one to the destination even when you don't have a fancy wheel called a car.

What do you guys think about this?

06/08/2026

Start your day with the Holy Qur'an

04/08/2026

31/07/2026

WHAT REALLY CHANGED

Time like this don't always come around
Time grew wings, and fled without a sound
Time is weird, it's neither spherical nor round

I sat with the boy I used to be
I tried to hold him, but too wild, too free
He casts his gaze on me

His question came, direct and deep
When did your purpose fall asleep
When did your conscience embark on a trip

I should be giving answers , calm and secure
But I remain lost and unsure
Time moved ahead , the end obscure

Once innocence within me it stayed
Now even peace begins to fade
A restless heart I have remade

I once chased sunlight barefooted and fast
But now every step clings to the past
A strength I thought will always last

So what has changed, my soul, my light?
Where fled the boy who loved the light
Perhaps the fire did not die.. I only learned to fear the light.

I am nothing but a stylograph in the hand of the creator

23/07/2026

Our future is in our own hands

19/07/2026

To achieve all that is monumental requires originality.
Creativity comes from the depth of the mind, not when the mind is subjected to immolation simply from the pressure we put on it; be it distraction, anxiety, or sorrow.
A mind is creative not always when it needs to be, but when it has the will to be. Mind you, this will comes when there is no pressure.
On this we can agree: creativity is expedient for the growth of the world at large, as people say, "a creative mind is fertile land for growth."
Moreover, creative ideas are not to be taken for granted, as they come and go, we need to put them down and work towards them, as the mind is kaleidoscopic and ever-changing.

Nobilis

09/07/2026

My fear,
The luxury I can't afford to lose is my reputation, it is my responsibility to guard that with all that I have. So for this I will chose who to move with.

09/07/2026

Dear sister,
This is the moment I will tell you to keep growing. You are exceptional, and the fact that you keep trying even when the odds are against you has made you the best thing that ever happened to the earth.
You were trained by a sister, and now you are shaping a brighter tomorrow. I don't know what to say to you, but you are ever tenacious, and I love your voice, which carries the flavor of sagacity.
I am thinking of calling you the torch bearer, but I called my teacher that before — oh, sorry, to me you are the first teacher. I will not call you what the world calls you, which truly is befitting, but you exist in many forms.
I will inscribe your praise with golden ink, in a golden manuscript, with a golden reed pen, while you are still here in the world — not when the Marauder of happiness has come for you, and not when we have called the fossor to build you a new home.

Who can guess who do sister is?
Is it the mother? Or just a trainer?