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“Leave me alone", is not a good news! "Let's be together" is not a bad news. We were made to be each others keepers. Let love lead”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“My friend is my friend, even if he wears rag, even if he wasn't born with a silver spoon, even if nobody wants to be his friend, i will hurt his critics by remaining his friend.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“My friend, when you always say "God is in control", while you have your feet on the brake pad, you are not going anywhere! Wise up!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“Dear Negi,
You're a very good girl, you are very special for us, so be near our heart. You are the cloud of rain of my dreams, I want to stay wet…��
Listen
I have written a little Poem for you��. Maybe you like
एक पागल दीवानी सी लड़की,
ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती चु��- चु�� सी रहती,
जब भी बस बोलती धीरे -2 बोलती,
मानो बारि�� के जैसे ना को�� शो�� है उसमे��, ना को�� सन्नाट��
बस सागर की तर�� वो बहती वो,
तब को�� उस को ना पढ�� पाया, ना को�� उसको समझा,
छोटी -2 आँखे�� उसकी, ना जाने क्या-क्या कहती,
मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती, बस चु��- चु�� सी रहती
जो शख़्�� अक़्सर दिखत��, को�� ना को�� उसको कई दर्द देता,
रखता उसको धोखे मे�� जितन�� पल रूकती वो आक��,
उस पल मे�� सिमटी रहती,
मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती,
बस चु��- चु�� सी रहती,
अब वो गल�� किसी का नही�� सुनती
वो लम्ह�� �� गय�� अब सहसा उसका मुस्कुराता
और सब के मन को जल�� देता��.
प्या�� भर�� दि�� है उसका
एक मासू�� - सी प्यारी - सी लड़की है वो,
ना किसी से ज्यादा बोलती है, बस चु��- चु�� सी रहती…��
प्यारी-प्यारी आँखे�� है उसकी अब उन आँखो�� मे�� मस्ती सी होती है
भोली सी सूरत उसकी हमेश�� मेरी नज़रो�� के आग�� है
हमेश�� प्या�� भरी आंखो�� से बाते�� करती है
ऐसी है मेरी प्यारी सी सहेली जो मेरे से बाते�� करती है
अग�� आपको हमारी आज की पोस्�� पसंद आई है तो आप कमें�� करके बत�� सकते है
आप हमारी पोस्�� अपने दोस्तो�� से भी शेयर कर सकते है और
शेयर करके अपने दोस्तो�� को भी इसके बारे मे�� बत�� सकते है | हम फि�� नई कवित�� लेकर हाज़ि�� होंग�� तब तक के लि�� नमस्का�� दोस्तो�� !
आपका दि�� मंगलमय हो |
Anu Mehta”
― Anu mehta

“Life is short. Normalize checking on friends. Call at least 50 old friends you've not met or seen in about 5 years time. Smile with them before ending the call. But be aware that after checking on 50, at least 5 of them will call you back to ask for a loan. I advice, make money.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“My friend.. Today I missed you. I wanted to tell you what's going on with me,
And hear what's going on with you, but something destroyed my phone
And I lost my loved ones' phone numbers...
I wonder.. Did something destroy your phone too?
Is that why you lost my phone number as well?
My friend.. Today I made a kite with some of the kids here.
I attached a message to it, hoping it would reach you.
And as soon as it flew freely in our sky, I let go of the thread and watched it flew farther and farther.. hoping it wouldn't lose its way..
Perhaps it's still remembers our city that has became unfamiliar! My friend..
It seems that my kite is lost just like the pigeons and the phone numbers are lost,
and the way is lost, only a few dreams remain, or even less than a few...
My friend.. I still watch the sky, and watch the children's kites, perhaps one of them carries a message from you to me...
letters in wartime”
― Sara Ahmed

“This morning, my grandmother stretched out her hand to feel the air, then raised her head to the sky and said, “It's fig harvest time.�� She sat silently for the rest of the day. My friend, it seems that we all yearn for even the smallest details and simplest things that were once a part of our lives. Like the fig trees and the day of their harvest. Do you remember the day my mother made me cut a large pot filled with figs to make jam for us, and you came to help me? Do you remember the secrets and stories we shared over that pot of figs? And do you remember helping my grandmother knead the cookie dough afterwards? The taste of laughter, the smell of the house, and the warmth of our hearts as we dipped those cookies in the fig jam. My friend, will we ever make jam and cookies together again? Or will we continue to long for our memories, loved ones, friends, and fig trees?
letters in wartime”
― Sara Ahmed

“When we first left home, my little brother asked me, "Where are we going?"
I told him, "Just a short trip." However, it turned out to be more than just a short trip, it was a big pain.
It seems that I ruined the excitement of the trip for my little brother because after having to leave five or six times, he stopped asking and just got used to leaving without arguing.
Do you remember our last trip? That day, my uncle gathered all the boys and girls, relatives and friends, made us sandwiches, borrowed his friend's big car, and took us to the beach.
I wonder everyday if my kites will reach my uncle. His phone is still off. Or is he waiting for us under the fig tree at our old house?
If you ever meet him, please tell him that my little brother needs someone to show him the true meaning of a trip. Maybe he can make him laugh again.
- letters in wartime”
― Sara Ahmed

“My friend.. Do you remember when they told us that every flower has a meaning and every color has its significance?
They say.. There is a red flower in a faraway land that symbolizes deep sadness.
My friend.. Which flower can scream with longing and cry with yearning and take revenge for the broken laughs?
Maybe those poppy flowers do that? Maybe we can hide inside of them like fetuses sleeping peacefully?
My friend.. I have never held those poppy flowers before.. I don't know how they feel or smell but..
It seems that those poppy flowers dig into memories and summon tears..
- letters in wartime”
― Sara Ahmed