Oak Says...

  There comes a moment when you stop searching for places just to be included, and start seeking spaces that feel like home to your soul. You realise peace doesn’t come from being accepted by everyone, It comes from being true to yourself. If your spirit feels constrained, If your laughter feels muted, Your faith uncertain, Or your light too much for the room— That’s not rejection. That’s redirection. Because real belonging never asks you to dim your brilliance. It welcomes your softness, your clarity, your depth, without apology. The right spaces won’t require a performance, a mask. They’ll recognise you without you uttering a word. They’ll feel like breath, not a test. You don’t have to audition for love. You don’t have to compete for peace. You don’t have to shrink to fit. **You were made for spaces that stretch with you, hold you in truth, and remind you: Your presence is not just welcome, it’s needed. ** So choose rooms that feel right. Choose tables where your voice is he...

Wa la sawfa yu’ṭīka rabbuka fa tarḍā." And your Lord is going to give you, and you will be satisfied.

We live in a world full of well-meaning voices. Everyone seems to carry a secret urge to advise—to solve. As if every person’s pain is a math problem, waiting to be fixed with the right formula of words. And often, we receive these words with grace. Because that’s in our nature—to say thank you. To smile. To nod. Even when we’re too tired to carry someone else’s insight. But here’s a truth we don’t say out loud enough: Not everyone who is hurting needs advice. Sometimes, they just need space. A pause. A hand that doesn’t point, but holds. Eyes that don’t analyse, but soften. A shoulder that doesn’t question why you’re crying, just lets you cry. You don’t need to offer wisdom if you don’t know what to say. Sometimes, your silence is  wisdom. So instead of saying, "You should’ve known better..." Try saying, "You don’t have to go through this alone." Instead of asking, "What were you thinking?" Try asking, "How are you really doing right now?...

"I am my own inspiration. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without me ." That may sound bold, but if you knew the nights I’ve spent crying into my pillow—aching quietly while the world slept—and the mornings I still showed up like nothing cracked… you’d understand. If you knew how many times life tried to break me into pieces, and how I calmly gathered each one and turned it into something beautiful,  you’d understand why I walk with quiet strength now. Life , this four-letter word we throw around casually, carries galaxies within it. Joy and grief. Surprise and stillness. Storms and sudden sunlight. It isn’t one emotion or one season, it’s all of it, layered like brushstrokes in a portrait we’re painting every day. We often wait for clarity to hit like a lightning bolt. Or worse, we brace for the worst just when hope peeks through. We climb high with joy when something works out, and then fall harder when it doesn’t. But maybe we need to stop swinging so wildly ...

Escapade... It was... Or I was...! I was there,  Just there by the coast... By the trail treading to the waters... The trail embedded by the blooming flowers of every pastel hue... The flowers, so colourful, yet seemed white by the coat of snow. I was there, Just there when the sun seemed like a silver oyster... When the sun was encircled by the dark and fierce clouds... When the clime swore to be  umbrageous... When the winds roared there  utmost chills. I was there, Just there when my wings omitted  all the strength they consumed... When my body afeared what my eyes saw... When my eyes went nocturne of the day and night, identic... When I shivered and quivered deep to my bones, yet yearned to fly away. I was there, Just there when my patience was  wearing thin... When this blizzard storm kept me from flying... When my wings ached to breathe the fine lines of sky...  When I dazedly...

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled. "The Space" People say that time heals all, but I say time keeps on growing the space like cold stars. The space- it's empty and not empty, its a cascade of faded memories. The space- its a bridge linking possibilities and impossibilities. The space- its a gateway of unsaid words and unshed  tears. The space- it's a lock of fear that can never be unlocked. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled. I know it well. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and I will wait and wait in that space. But I want it to be filled at all costs. Because... I cannot live a new day with the fact that I wasn't given a chance to bid adieu. Because... Everyday I wake up with a longing of adding something new in that space. Because... I yearn and weep in a tiny part of my heart to have my sister to chum up with, in everything. Because... I need my sister right by my...