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Pooh and Frnds, 95-1200 Meheula Parkway, Kom Hamada (2026)

15/01/2026

All I want now is peace—not the loud kind, not the kind people talk about when they say “you’ll be okay.”

I mean the quiet kind.
The kind that comes after loss has already taken what it wanted.
The kind that lets me sit still without feeling like I have to explain myself.

Grief has changed what I ask for.
I don’t crave excitement anymore.
I crave steady days.
Soft mornings.
Energy that doesn’t feel borrowed.
Conversations that don’t exhaust my heart.

I miss you in ways that are hard to describe.
Not always with tears.
Sometimes just with a heaviness that settles beside me and stays.
Like you should be here,
like the space next to me still belongs to you.

Some days, missing you feels loud.
Other days, it’s quiet and constant,
woven into the background of everything I do.
Even peace carries your absence now.

I’ve learned that grief isn’t only sadness.
It’s learning how to live without reaching for your voice.
It’s carrying love that has nowhere to land.
It’s choosing calm because chaos hurts too much.

I don’t need grand things anymore.
I need honesty.
Gentle people.
Moments where my nervous system can finally rest.
Moments where I can breathe without bracing for the next wave.

If peace comes slowly, I’ll wait.
If it comes in pieces, I’ll take them.
Because loving you changed me,
and losing you taught me what truly matters.

I will always carry you quietly,
in the way I seek calm,
in the way I protect my heart,
in the way I choose softness now.

Peace doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means learning how to live
while still holding love for someone
who should have been here.

15/01/2026

Some friendships don’t end.
They just change shape.

They stop showing up in rooms,
but they stay in moments.
In memories.
In the way certain days suddenly feel heavier
for no clear reason at all.

You were never just someone I knew.
You were someone I leaned into.
Someone who understood my silence
without asking me to explain it.

I still catch myself wanting to share things with you.
A thought.
A line from a book.
A moment that feels too quiet to hold alone.
And for a second, I forget—
then I remember.

Truly great friends don’t fade.
They become part of who you are.
They live in the pauses.
In the comfort you still reach for
even when the chair beside you is empty.

Losing you wasn’t loud.
It was subtle.
It was the absence of your presence
in the ordinary moments
where you used to be.

I didn’t stop needing you.
I just learned how to miss you.
And that is a different kind of ache—
one that doesn’t scream,
but settles deep and stays.

Some days I smile when I think of you.
Other days it hurts more than I expect.
But either way, you are still here with me,
woven into the quiet parts of my life.

Great friends are hard to find.
Harder to lose.
And impossible to forget.

I carry you with me—
in memory,
in love,
and in every chapter of my life
that you helped shape. 🤍📖

15/01/2026

You deserve someone who treats you like you matter every single day — not just when it’s easy, not just when it’s convenient 🤍

You deserve consistency.
The kind that shows up quietly, without needing reminders.
The kind that doesn’t disappear when things get heavy, uncomfortable, or real 🌿

You deserve someone who checks in even when life is busy.
Someone who listens without rushing you.
Someone who stays when the conversation is hard and the feelings aren’t neat 💭

Love isn’t supposed to feel like something you have to earn over and over again.
It isn’t meant to be borrowed, rationed, or handed out only when it suits someone else.
Love should feel steady — like a hand that doesn’t let go just because the road gets rough 🌱

You matter on ordinary days.
On quiet days.
On the days when you don’t have the energy to be bright, strong, or okay.
Especially on those days 🤍

You deserve someone who notices your silence.
Who doesn’t ignore your needs because they’re inconvenient.
Who doesn’t make you feel like asking for care is asking for too much 🌙

Real love doesn’t vanish when effort is required.
It leans in.
It stays present.
It chooses you even when there’s nothing to gain 💛

If you’ve ever felt like an option instead of a priority, please hear this gently:
That was never a reflection of your worth.
It was a reflection of someone else’s limits 🌾

You are not too much.
You are not asking for too much.
You are simply asking the wrong person 🤍

One day, the right kind of love will feel calm instead of confusing.
It won’t make you question where you stand.
It won’t disappear when it’s no longer convenient.
It will show up — again and again — because you matter 🕊️

Until then, be gentle with yourself.
Honor your needs.
And remember this truth, even when it’s hard to believe:

You deserve to be loved fully, honestly, and consistently — every day, not just when it’s easy 🌸

15/01/2026

Never judge people by their past 🌱
Because growth is rarely loud,
and change doesn’t always announce itself.

People learn in silence.
They heal in pieces.
They become better in ways you may never see.

What you call a mistake
was once a lesson paid for with tears.
What you call a past
was a chapter written during survival, not comfort.

Everyone you meet is carrying a story
you weren’t there to witness—
nights they had to stay strong,
choices they made while hurting,
versions of themselves they’ve already outgrown 🤍

Growth doesn’t erase where someone came from,
it proves they didn’t stay there.
And kindness is recognizing effort
even when it’s imperfect.

So be gentle with people.
Be patient with their becoming.
Because change is real,
and learning is human.

Never judge someone by who they were—
honor them for who they’re trying to be 🌿

15/01/2026

Those we love don’t go away 🤍
They don’t disappear with the quiet,
and they don’t fade when the days keep moving.
They simply change the way they stay.

They walk beside us in moments we don’t expect—
in the stillness of a morning,
in the pause before we speak,
in the way our hearts feel heavier
and somehow stronger at the same time 🌿

Love doesn’t end at goodbye.
It softens into memory,
settles into our steps,
and learns how to follow us
without making a sound.
It becomes the unseen hand we hold
when the world feels too loud.

Some days, we feel them close.
Other days, we just feel the space they left behind.
But even that space is proof—
proof that something real once lived there,
proof that we were changed forever 💭

Grief teaches us a quiet truth:
that absence is not emptiness.
It is love that learned a new language.
A language spoken in remembrance,
in gratitude,
in tears that come without warning.

Those we love walk with us
in every step forward,
in every moment we survive,
in every smile that returns slowly,
when we least expect it 🕊️

They are not gone.
They are woven into who we are now.
And every day we keep going,
they walk beside us—
seen by the heart,
felt by the soul,
loved beyond time ✨

15/01/2026

I don’t know how much longer I will be in this world, and somehow that truth doesn’t frighten me the way it once did 🌿
What matters more is that today exists.
That this moment is real.
That I am still here, still breathing, still capable of noticing the quiet beauty around me 🤍

Gratitude doesn’t mean life has been easy.
It means I’ve learned to see meaning even in the hard days.
It means I’ve learned that some of the most important moments aren’t loud or dramatic—they’re soft, ordinary, and deeply human 🌤️

I’m thankful for mornings that arrive gently.
For evenings that let me rest.
For conversations that feel safe.
For silence that doesn’t feel lonely anymore 🌾

I’m thankful for the people who stayed.
For the ones who held space when they didn’t know what to say.
For companionship that didn’t rush me to heal or demand strength when I had none 🫶

Each day is a small gift, even when it’s wrapped in uncertainty.
Some days give me laughter.
Some days give me lessons.
Some days give me nothing more than the chance to keep going—and even that is enough ✨

Life doesn’t promise clarity about how long we have.
It only asks that we live honestly while we’re here.
To love where we can.
To forgive when we’re ready.
To appreciate the quiet moments that pass too quickly 🌸

I’m grateful for warm blankets, familiar places, and shared stillness.
For the comfort of knowing that I don’t have to have everything figured out today 🍃

If tomorrow comes, I’ll greet it with the same gratitude.
If it doesn’t, I’ll trust that today was enough.
Because each day I spend here—every ordinary, imperfect, gentle day—has mattered 💛

I don’t measure life by its length anymore.
I measure it by the love I’ve felt, the peace I’ve learned to protect, and the moments that reminded me why being here was worth it 🌼

And for that, I am thankful.

14/01/2026

Sometimes all you can do is leave it in God’s hands and wait 🤍

There comes a moment when you realize you’ve done all you can.
You’ve prayed, worried, cried, hoped, and held on tighter than you thought possible.
And still, the answers don’t come right away.
That’s when faith quietly asks you to rest 🕊

Not because giving up is the answer,
but because trusting God is sometimes the bravest thing you can do.
Letting go doesn’t mean you stop caring.
It means you stop carrying what was never meant to break your heart alone 🙏

Waiting is hard.
It stretches your patience, tests your peace, and makes you question the silence.
But waiting is also where growth happens.
It’s where you learn that God works in ways you can’t always see,
on timelines you don’t always understand ✨

In the stillness, when nothing seems to be changing,
something is always moving behind the scenes.
Strength is being built.
Lessons are being planted.
Grace is quietly unfolding 🌱

Leaving it in God’s hands doesn’t erase the pain.
It simply places it somewhere safe.
Somewhere it can be held with care, wisdom, and love far greater than your own 🤍

So if today all you can do is pray and wait,
know that it is enough.
Your waiting is not wasted.
Your faith is not unseen.
And your heart is not forgotten 🌙

God hears the prayers you whisper and the ones you can’t put into words.
He knows the weight you’re carrying and the hope you’re holding onto.
And in His time — not too early, not too late —
what’s meant for you will find its way to you 💫

Until then, breathe.
Trust.
Rest your worries where they belong.
And remember:
even in the waiting, God is still working 🤍

14/01/2026

No one will ever love you the way your Mom does.

Not loudly.
Not perfectly.
But endlessly 🤍

A mother’s love doesn’t wait for the right moment.
It shows up in the ordinary ones — the quiet mornings, the tired evenings, the days when the world feels heavy and you don’t know why.
It lives in the way she worries even when she says she’s fine,
in the way she remembers small details no one else notices,
and in the way her heart stays with you no matter how far you go 🌷

A mother loves without keeping score.
She gives before being asked.
She forgives before you say sorry.
She believes in you on the days you don’t believe in yourself 💛

Her love isn’t conditional.
It doesn’t depend on success, strength, or perfection.
It loves you when you’re strong,
and it holds you tighter when you’re not.
When you fall, she doesn’t ask why —
she asks if you’re okay 🤍

No one else carries your pain so quietly.
No one else celebrates your happiness so deeply.
Your victories feel like her own,
and your heartbreaks live in her prayers 🌙

A mother’s love is patient.
It waits.
It hopes.
It stays — even when it’s tired, even when it’s unspoken, even when it’s misunderstood.
Even when time changes everything else 🌿

One day, you’ll realize how many things she did without asking for thanks.
How many worries she kept to herself so you could feel safe.
How many times she put her own heart second so yours could grow 💫

You may find love in many places in this life.
But there is only one love that knew you before the world did —
one love that chose you without conditions —
one love that will always feel like home 🤍

No one will ever love you the way your Mom does.
And that kind of love is something to cherish, protect, and remember —
for the rest of your life 🌸

14/01/2026

I still believe that you’re not really gone 🤍
That you’ve only stepped a little ahead of me,
into a quieter place where pain doesn’t follow
and love doesn’t have to be brave anymore.

Some days, I talk to you in my thoughts,
not because I expect answers,
but because my heart still knows your name 🌫️
It knows the sound of your presence,
the way life felt softer when you were near,
the way silence didn’t feel so heavy.

I carry you with me in small, ordinary moments—
when the air feels gentle,
when the sky glows without warning 🌅
when something reminds me to pause.
That’s when I feel you the most,
as if you’re reminding me
that love doesn’t disappear,
it just learns how to be quiet.

There are nights when missing you feels endless,
like I’m walking through memories barefoot,
careful not to disturb what still hurts 🕯️
And yet, even in the ache,
there is comfort.
Because missing you means you mattered.
It means what we shared was real,
deep,
and worth carrying forward.

I don’t rush healing anymore.
I let grief come and go as it needs to 🌊
Some days it whispers,
other days it sits beside me,
patient and familiar.
I’ve learned that healing isn’t about forgetting—
it’s about learning how to live
with love that no longer has a place to land.

I believe you’re waiting somewhere brighter,
somewhere peaceful,
somewhere love doesn’t ache 🤍
And until the day I find you again,
I will live in a way
that honors what we shared.

I will keep going.
I will keep loving.
I will keep remembering.

Because if love still reaches across time,
across silence,
across absence—
then you are not gone.

You’re just waiting.
And I’ll meet you there,
when the time is right 🕊️

14/01/2026

Life really does get better 🤍
Not all at once.
Not loudly.
But slowly, quietly, in the moments you almost miss.

It gets better when you stop measuring your worth by what you have
and start noticing who sits beside you when the world feels heavy ☕
When you choose people over pressure,
presence over perfection,
and peace over proving anything to anyone.

Life gets softer when you cherish your time.
When you understand that rest is not laziness
and slowing down is not failure 🌿
Some evenings are meant for blankets, warm drinks,
shared silence, and hearts that finally exhale.

It gets better when you stop chasing things
that were never meant to love you back.
Things that promised happiness
but only left you tired and empty 💭
There is freedom in letting go of what doesn’t matter.

Love your people.
The ones who stay when life is messy.
The ones who don’t rush you to heal,
don’t judge your quiet days,
and don’t disappear when you need comfort 🤍
Those are the riches that never lose their value.

Life gets better when you learn
that happiness doesn’t always look like excitement.
Sometimes it looks like safety.
Sometimes it looks like familiarity.
Sometimes it looks like being wrapped in warmth
while the world rests outside the window 🌙

There is beauty in choosing a simpler joy.
In laughing softly instead of chasing loud approval.
In choosing what nourishes your soul
instead of what only feeds your ego ✨

You don’t need more.
You need what matters.
And when you finally see that clearly,
life stops feeling like a race
and starts feeling like home 🕊️

So hold your people close.
Protect your time.
Release what doesn’t serve your heart anymore.

Because life doesn’t get better by accident.
It gets better when you choose it—
one gentle decision at a time 🤍

14/01/2026

The most important promise you will ever make
is the quiet one you make to yourself 🤍

It’s the promise to keep going
even on days when motivation is gone
and faith feels tired 🌫️
The promise to show up for your own life,
even when no one is watching.

Keeping your word to yourself isn’t loud or dramatic.
It doesn’t always look like big wins or bold moves.
Sometimes it looks like resting when you’re exhausted,
choosing peace over proving a point,
or walking away from what no longer feels right 🍃

It’s easy to keep promises for others.
We try harder, explain more, push ourselves further.
But the hardest promises to keep
are the ones whispered inside your own heart 💭

The promise to heal instead of reopen old wounds.
The promise to grow instead of staying comfortable.
The promise to forgive yourself for not knowing better back then
and honoring who you are becoming now 🌱

Some days you will stumble.
Some days you’ll break that promise a little.
And that’s okay.
Keeping your word to yourself doesn’t mean perfection.
It means choosing yourself again
every time you realize you’ve drifted 🕊️

It means listening when your soul says “slow down.”
It means trusting yourself enough
to believe that your feelings matter.
That your boundaries are valid.
That your dreams are worth protecting ✨

When you keep your promise to yourself,
you build something stronger than confidence.
You build trust.
And trust with yourself changes everything 🤍

Because once you know you won’t abandon yourself,
fear loses its grip.
Doubt softens.
And even the hard days feel a little lighter 🌤️

So be gentle with yourself.
Speak kindly to the person you are becoming.
And remember—
the most important promise isn’t about being perfect.
It’s about staying honest, staying true,
and never walking away from your own heart 💛

That promise…
is the one that quietly carries you forward.

14/01/2026

When you lose someone you love,
the world changes quietly 🤍
Not all at once,
not loudly—
but in the soft spaces where they used to be.

At first, it feels like loss 🕊
like something sacred has been taken
and left a silence behind.
But over time,
you begin to notice something else.

You notice how they still show up 🌤
in moments you didn’t expect.
In the calm that finds you on hard days.
In the strength you didn’t know you had.
In the way your heart suddenly feels held
when it should feel empty 😔

They don’t leave you.
They shift.
From someone you could reach,
to someone who reaches you 💭
from places you can’t see,
but deeply feel.

You gain an angel—
not one with wings you can touch,
but one who walks beside your soul ✨
guiding you gently forward
when grief tries to pull you back.

Some days you still ache 🤍
because love doesn’t end
just because goodbye happened.
Missing them is proof
that the bond was real,
that it mattered,
that it still matters.

You carry them now
in the way you love others,
in the compassion you show,
in the patience you’ve learned 🕊
because grief teaches us
how precious every moment is.

You look up sometimes 🌙
not searching for answers,
but whispering a quiet thank you.
Thank you for the signs.
Thank you for the protection.
Thank you for staying close
in a different way.

Losing someone you love
changes the shape of your life—
but it also gives your heart
a guardian it never loses 🤍

They are with you
in every step forward,
every breath you take,
every time you keep going
even when it’s hard ✨

You didn’t just lose someone you love.
You gained an angel
who knows your heart,
walks your journey,
and watches over you—
always 🕊🤍

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