لـًﭑ وربّي ما انخلق مثلي شبيـْﮧ * أنا ڪِلي في هدوئِي في جُنوني في صفاتي [ مُعجِـﮋة ]

“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.”

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything.”



How can we that disarming smile Bhawwae the difficult


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You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.”