Husnuzzan

Why do we love this one person the most, be it our mother or spouse, more than everyone else? Mainly because we make the best assumption
(husn uzzan) about them and they become the centre of our life. Immersed in their love we forget that they, too, are humans, equally needy and dependent and their association with us is based on how much a relationship can offer. As a result a demanding relationship becomes consuming and burdensome, leaving the people in it drained and frustrated.

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A Wounded Heart

The sudden dreadful crying and screaming woke Zainab up. She lay on her bed, burying her face into the pillow, trying hard to block out the growing noise coming from the other room.

It had hardly been two hours since she had cried herself to sleep. Her tender heart started pounding against her chest at the thought of what would follow this pattern. It was the norm; after her father would come home, her mother would scream at him, he would yell back, and then it would get worse until she, being the eldest child, would intervene, crying and begging her parents to stop the awful fight, the reason for which those little children could never understand.

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Unlock The Door

When you feel chaos within When everything outside looks blurry When the intellect is overshadowed When you feel anxious and depressed When you feel the doors are shut And you feel you’ve lost control Stop! Wait… Take a deep breath. Now gather up all your strength And look within yourself. You had shut them upon yourself But you always had the key Now move towards each door Open them up gradually And free yourself from the shackles Of your very own slavery.