be careful with hearts
love placed for you on earth.
you only overthink when you go against your intuition.
your soul knows.
that tightness in your chest.
that replaying of conversations at 2 a.m.
that sudden shift in your energy after saying yes when you meant no.
you call it anxiety.
but deep down, you know where it began.
it began the moment you silenced yourself.
the moment you betrayed your own instinct to keep someone comfortable.
the moment you chose ego over empathy.
your soul does not shout.
it whispers.
and when you ignore it, your body carries the noise.
do you climb a mountain to be seen by the world,
or to see the world?
one is hunger for applause.
the other is hunger for perspective.
there is a difference between wanting to be admired
and wanting to understand.
most people are exhausted because they are performing goodness,
not embodying it.
a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
-The Secret History
romanticizing intensity, tolerating chaos, staying where your spirit is shrinking
just because it looks meaningful from the outside.
but aesthetics do not heal the nervous system.
and performance does not protect the heart.
there is a narration: when Allah loves a servant, He calls Jibreel and announces that love in the heavens. He commands the angels to love that person, and acceptance is placed for them on earth.
imagine your name spoken above the skies.
not quietly.
not secretly.
declared.
love placed for you on earth.
not because you were impressive.
not because you won arguments.
not because you proved a point.
but because you were careful with people.
the richest rizq is not counted in coins.
it is being trusted.
being remembered gently.
being prayed for without knowing it.
being loved in rooms you are not in.
even being shown grace by those who could have responded with harm.
that is wealth.
my mother says,
never hurt someone in a way that makes them cry before God.
because when someone stands in prayer with tears in their eyes because of you,
that pain does not disappear.
you may move on.
they may stay silent.
but nothing is lost in the unseen.
kabhi kisi ka dil mat dukhana,
chahe tumhe apni izzat ki tauheen kyun na sehni pade.
(never wound a heart ,even if it costs you your pride.)
consequences are patient.
they do not rush.
they wait.
sometimes they arrive as restlessness.
sometimes as a heaviness you cannot explain.
sometimes as a random afternoon where regret sits beside you and refuses to leave.
and if you have ever been hurt, listen.
it says something beautiful about you that you genuinely don’t understand why someone would choose to be unkind.
the fact that you sit there confused instead of plotting revenge.
the fact that you replay it trying to make sense of it.
the fact that you wonder how someone could be so careless.
that is not foolishness.
that is your character.
so instead of breaking yourself trying to understand their lack of compassion, pause.
stop picking apart what they didn’t give you.
stop searching for logic in behavior that had none.
celebrate the fact that your heart does not operate that way.
celebrate that your kindness is natural.
that your instinct is to care.
that you would never treat someone with that level of disregard.
that you would never leave someone who is this close to you, who has put in so much effort
you would pray for them, pray for their success and happiness, and give them everything they want.
your softness is not the problem.
their inability to value it was.
and you do not need to change who you are just because someone failed to recognize it.
if you have ever felt this weight, i am sorry.
i am sorry if you ignored your intuition to keep someone.
i am sorry if you chose silence instead of honesty.
i am sorry if you carried guilt longer than necessary.
please, be kind to yourself.
choose small things that bring you back to steadiness.
read slowly.
paint without posting it.
walk without checking your phone.
learn something just because it interests you.
cook something warm and sit with it peacefully.
create joy that does not depend on being chosen.
and speak to your god.
tell Him where you went wrong.
tell Him where you were wronged.
tell Him what you regret.
tell Him what you are afraid of becoming.
He already knows.
but speak anyway.
the world is full of unkindness.
do not join it.
choose mercy.
choose selflove
choose your health
give love and spread
make dua for everyone who hurt you, intentionally or unintentionally.
make dua for yourself.
make dua for everyone around you ( even for those who consider you their enemy!)
thank you for reading<3
love,
KHIZRA


This piece feels like someone speaking straight to the part of you that’s tired of pretending everything is fine.
The way it connects intuition to the body is so real that tightness, that heaviness, that quiet knowing we keep pushing aside.
I love how it calls out the difference between looking good and actually being good.
The reminder that real wealth is being remembered kindly, being trusted, being prayed for that stays with you.
The warning about hurting someone until they cry before God carries a weight you can’t ignore.
I felt the compassion in the way it speaks to people who’ve been hurt, reminding them their softness isn’t a flaw.
The shift toward small, grounding acts of healing feels comforting and doable.
The spiritual guidance at the end ties everything together with honesty and gentleness.
It’s a beautiful reminder to honor your intuition, protect your heart, and choose mercy in a world that often forgets it.
And above all, it encourages you to be kind to yourself while you grow.
Authenticity vibrates the highest 🫧
So many quotes stood out, I was mentally snapping my fingers the entire read through.