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"If the Raindrops Could Pray" (Mercy of my Lord Beneath the Sky)

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Introduction : In a world that rushes past the quiet miracles of life, “If the Raindrops Could Pray” invites the reader to pause — to listen to the whispers of nature and remember the mercy that flows from above. Each stanza speaks not just of rain, rivers, or mountains, but of a divine rhythm — a song of creation that never ceases to praise its Lord. Through this poem, I reflect on the contrast between nature’s humble obedience and humanity’s forgetfulness, hoping to awaken a sense of gratitude, repentance, and peace in every heart that reads it. "If the Raindrops Could Pray" (Mercy of my Lord Beneath the Sky) If raindrops could speak, they would softly say… “My Lord sends us down in a merciful way…” A gift from my Lord’s unending love— to heal the earth from the skies above… If winds could whisper through valleys wide— they’d tell how my Lord moves them in stride… Each gentle breeze that stirs the air— is His unseen touch, tender and rare… If trees could speak with their ro...

“In You, My Forever Found Me” (For My Girl with Rosy Cheeks)

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Introduction : Love doesn’t always arrive with grand gestures — sometimes, it comes softly, in laughter shared under a pink sky, in silence that speaks louder than words. “In You, My Forever Found Me” is a heartfelt poem about two souls discovering the beauty of love in its simplest form — playful, pure, and deeply human. It captures the innocence of young romance, the warmth of real connection, and that one person who turns ordinary days into poetry. Every line is a memory, every stanza a heartbeat — written for the girl with rosy cheeks who made forever feel real. “In You, My Forever Found Me” (For My Girl with Rosy Cheeks) Love is not just a word we say — It’s the breath that turns our night to day. It’s the spark that lights the heart’s dark skies, The dream that wakes behind closed eyes. It’s not a story the poets rehearse, It’s the soul’s own rhythm, the universe. A storm, a calm, a whispered prayer — A feeling so rare, so beyond compare. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry, It ...

“Maryam, My Drama Queen Forever” (Sequel Poem to ‘From Silence to “Yes, I Do”’)

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Introduction : “Maryam, My Drama Queen Forever” is a playful and heartfelt continuation of the journey first told in “From Silence to ‘Yes, I Do’.” Picking up where the previous poem left off, this sequel captures the early weeks of marriage—filled with laughter, playful drama and emotional highs and lows, everyday moments that define love in a newlywed home. Through the ups and downs of Maryam’s charming tantrums and Shahzad’s devoted attempts to win her smile, the poem celebrates the humor, tenderness, and sweetness of love marriages in Pakistani culture. Recommendation Note : This poem is the sequel to “From Silence to ‘Yes, I Do’” and continues the story of Maryam and Shahzad. To fully enjoy the emotional depth and humor of their journey, I strongly recommend reading the first poem before diving into this one. “Maryam, My Drama Queen Forever” (Sequel Poem to ‘From Silence to “Yes, I Do”’) The first weeks of marriage were golden and new, with laughter and tea, skies painted blue. S...

From Silence to “Yes, I Do” (A Love Marriage in Pakistani Culture)

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Introduction :  Every love story begins with a spark, but in Pakistan, love marriages aren’t easy—they demand courage, patience, a touch of mischief, and a whole lot of heart. Yet when our love is finally accepted by our families, and the two hearts come together, it feels like pure magic—like the world paused just for us. From being strangers on a park bench, to friends who shared laughter, to husband and wife bound by prayers and love, this poem reflects the humor, sweetness, and struggles behind love marriages in our culture—a playful, heart-fluttering journey with Maryam, the real person who stole my heart and became my answered prayer.     From Silence to “Yes, I Do” (A Love Marriage in Pakistani Culture) Islamabad’s evening blazed gold, the world paused to stare, I sat with a book, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Then she appeared, a shadow that stole the light— My heart forgot to beat; she rewrote my night. She walked with her cousin, two books in her hand, a purpl...