Let's take firmly the information that came ‼︎
The message may be a casual word of a friend,
and flowing music may carry you ☺︎
Do not be afraid of transformation ✴︎
It will bring you bravery and confidence ✴︎
A message I just received from my home universe ✴︎✴︎
よく考えてる ブレンド ‼︎
選択しているのは とっても安心だわ 〜〜❤︎❤︎
Hello/ Bonjour/ Hola!💓
Hope you're all having a wonderful day!
I thought I should be introducing a little about myself and my blog.
Well , My name is Azra Khaleel , still in the process of completing my doctorate.
Apart from my busy schedule , I love writing .
I love to put my thoughts into words and keep it real.
After contemplating it for years, I finally did make my own blog where I can share my thoughts , definitely I'm not so perfect but I feel everyone of us has his/her own diary where you share your feelings in your own words and language.
I thought I can stay connected with you all through my words.
I'm sure you all will relate, feel and connect to my words in some way or the other .
We all have the potential to achieve our dreams .
Hope, Faith and belief is all you need.
Much love needed for my writings!💓 Love and Gratitude. xoxo
Happy Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, friends! I wanted to share my experience growing up as a Vietnamese American by filming my first ever vlog! Link in the bio and feel free to share your stories too! 🤗
Lily used to love roses but I never quite understood why she liked roses so much.
I mean, for me, they were dull, fragile and dangerous with the thorns.
So once, I asked her, why she liked the roses so much and each time she explained to me, patiently, that roses reminded her of the love that exists in the whole world in the form of the flower petals, steaming deep into the roots.
Today is her birthday and I would have given her a rose, but she is not with me anymore. Every year on this day, she used to ask me for a bouquet of red roses as her birthday present. I never understood why but today, when she is gone, I want to try to understand her because I have been missing her terribly, failing to find her in things that I usually do.
I got up and hurried my way across the street to a flower shop and bought myself a bouquet of freshly plucked roses and for the first time, the roses spoke to me.
Roses spoke in metaphors of happiness, memory and hope; they engulfed my soul in Lily's love. I couldn't believe I had never realized this earlier, that I too love the roses, because she made me fall in love with them.