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sunflorall · 2 years

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You are not only good at smiling. you’re rather good at existing, in general.

I have seen people smile for years, it’s good to see people smiling. but when you smile, it doesn’t only feel good, it feels other worldly. As soon as your lips curve into a smile, the rhythm of my heart changes.

Flowers? poetry? music? sunsets? everything loses its impact once you start smiling. the way you paint a smile on that dreamlike face of yours is beyond science and logic. I can look at that smile for days, weeks or even years and still won’t feel tired.

Even when i’m not the reason of your happiness, i want you to still continue being happy. No matter how far away from you, i’ll cherish you with any and every emotion you would ever feel.

Sanawar Fatima Saeed

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bookstagramofmine · 1 year

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Book Tour: Midnight Strikes by Zeba Shahnaz

Book Tour: Midnight Strikes by Zeba Shahnaz @NetGalley @zaybashah @TBRandBeyond @TBRBeyondTours @DelacortePress #BookBlog #BookReview #Fantasy #YAFantasy #DesiWriter #DebutNovel #PakistaniWriter

Thank you TBR and Beyond Tours for the chance to read and review Midnight Strikes by Zeba Shahnaz! I’m so happy to be on this book tour for a fantastic female Pakistani-American writer! Midnight Strikes is Zeba Shahnaz’s debut novel! This 443 page long book was released on the 14th of March and was published by Delacorte Press. Most of us have encountered the time loop trope because of the…

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#book review #book tour #debut novel #Delacorte Press #desi writer #fantasy #fantasy romance #midnight strikes #NetGalley #Pakistani writer #penguin #TBR and Beyond Tours #ya fantasy #young adult #zeba shahnaz

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maihonhassan · 2 months

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Words In Dastaan Serial:

"Rishta koi bhi ho, lekin kisi insaan se mohabbat hona aur us insaan ko "Dua'on mein yaad rakhna, uske liye Khuda se asaniyan mangna, uski khushiyan mangna tumhara mukhlis hone ki nishani hai." Aise logon ke saath hona bhi naimat hai.

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yourdailyqueer · 1 year

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Kausar Mohammed

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: 11 February 1992

Ethnicity: Pakistani

Occupation: Actress, comedian, voice actress, writer

Note: Is Muslim

#Kausar Mohammed #qpoc #qwoc #queerness #lgbt #female #queer #1992 #pakistani #asian #poc #actor #comedian #voice actor #writer #muslim

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nmolesofadrenaline · 7 months

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hanamal1k · 2 months

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How many of you would read a romance wattpad Novel of an indian princess and her Pakistani Knight running away together??lmk

#indian #pakistan #pakistani #writers and poets #writers of tumblr #writing #wattpad #tumblr #wip excerpt #female writers #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #romance #creative writing #romantic #poems and quotes #q

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lutf · 2 months

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seasons.

#aesthetic #literature #desi aesthetic #tere bin #shayari #asian drama #writers #yumnazaidi #pakistani drama #wahaj ali #sky children of the light #sky aesthetic

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jinjurloaf · 2 months

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مجھ سے نفرت ہے اگر اس کو تو اظہار کرے کب میں کہتا ہوں مجھے پیار ہی کرتا جائے

TRANS If he detests me so, why not confess? When have I ever asked him to go on loving me?

Iftikhar Naseem

#misra #💥#poetry #words #urdu poetry #gay writing #gay writers #gay south asian #poem #ghazal #shayari #urdu shayari #gay pakistani #gay indian

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chashmenaaz · 2 months

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MEIN

Mujh ko na dard, na zakhm, na waqt ne mara Jise zindagi kaha tha, usi shaKHs ne mara Wo jo na mushkilon na haalaton se haara Hai ishq naam jiska, usi ek lafz ne mara Main apnon ko apnon mein hi talash kar raha hun Main thak gaya hun aur jit bhi raha hun Khud se to koi ummid nahin mujhe lekin Ummidon pe pura utar raha hun

Mere pas dil hai dimagh hai Aur kuchh tute aadhe adhure se ehsas bhi hai Main khud ko DhunD raha hun aur bikhar raha hun Mujh mein main bhi kidhar raha hun Ab meri aankhen nam nahin hoti Lekin in mein taklif bhi kam nahin hoti Saari ladai main ki hai aur mujh mein Main hi kam nahi hoti Khudi aur anaa ke bich jo farq hai wo bahut barik hai Khudi apni main ko maar kar aage badh jane ka naam hai Aur anaa apni main ka ghulam hokar mit jana hai Khudi insan ko ajiz banati hai Apni ghalation se sikhne ka hausla deti hai Anaa ghurur aur takabbur ki aisi daud mein shamil karti hai Jahan insan apni main ki khatir sab kuchh barbaad kar deta hai Zindagi, rishte, ehsas, khud apna aap bhi 'Main hun' se 'main tha' tak ka safar insan ko ye ehsas dilata hai ke wo apni mein ghaTe ka sauda kar baitha hai

#mein #pakistani drama #ost lyrics #wahaj ali #ayeza khan #urdu #shayari #poetry #writings #nazm #writer #2023-24 #romance #sabeena syed #shahzad nawaz #azekah daniel #usman peerzada #Spotify #roman urdu

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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months

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Imagine a whodunit that takes place at a desi wedding.

Their would be soo many suspects.

So many.

You would have to examine all the family drama.

Families drama.

Intergenerational drama.

Just to sort of figure out who would have a vendetta against who.

That would change depending on who you were speaking too.

Or even the time of day.

Everyone's arguing.

The venue is massive.

You would be examining the wedding footage and thanking God that the camera guys capture everything.

At only the most bizarre of angels.

And also cursing the poor camera guy for these same reasons.

The victims parents are just about to throw hands.

Everyone's turning on each other.

And your still 3 minutes into this damn wedding footage and getting nowhere.

Someone's definitely like "I just came for the food. And it's not even here."

Totally not reading the room right.

I'm guessing it's either the bride or the groom.

It'd be fucking chaos.

I love it.

#Desi #desi tag #whodunit #Horror #Mystery #Pakistani #Pakistan #Indian #bangladesh #bangladeshi #Writeblr #Writer

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sunflorall · 2 years

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When i look at your laughing face, i feel all the worries and anxieties leaving my body. Some smiles are just like that, a cure for everything. And yours is the only smile that i have known as a cure.

I had never came across a smile that was half as charming as yours. I had never thought smile lines could be beautiful. I had never thought that a simple response to a stimulus can look so stunning. Because i had not known you by then.

But now that i know you, now that i know that you exist on the face of this planet, i can never not know that you have such an attractive smile, i can never not know that i am in love with you.

-Sanawar Fatima Saeed

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justyumna · 5 months

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How quickly the body becomes meaningless to those whom love the soul. How understood become the actions performed without the deliverance of any words.

-Yumna Gilani

#quotes #poem #poetry #soul #writers #pakistani #writingcommunity #mywriting

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maihonhassan · 10 days

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“Yeh bhi toh qurbani hai, tere bagair Eid manani hai.”

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yourdailyqueer · 1 year

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Bilal Baig

Gender: Non binary (they/them)

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: Born 1995

Ethnicity: Pakistani

Nationality: Canadian

Occupation: Writer, screenwriter, actor, producer

Note: First queer South Asian Muslim actor to lead a Canadian primetime television series

#Bilal Baig #queerness #qpoc #lgbt #lgbtq #non binary #queer #1995 #pakistani #asian #poc #muslim #canadian #writer #producer #screenwriter #actor #first #popular #popular post

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madness-maybe-managed · 2 years

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I’ll Never Die:

[Sapphic Heroine x Villain] [CW: mentions of drugs.]

[To @mirohtron and @cybelpunk: Here’s your food, ducklings. Make me proud.]

The villain, Heroine thinks grudgingly, is toying with her. Teasing her. Flaunting a distinctive Hermès bracelet that goes all too perfectly with her black turtleneck and leather trench coat, but is completely out of place because after all, Villain supposed to be hiding her identity.

It’s infuriating, really, that she’s wearing something so expensive and walking on the railings of an office building like gravity wouldn’t dare to touch her. Meanwhile, Heroine is hiding behind the electrical box, swallowing down a sick exhaustion as she grips her wounded arm.

She’s certain her injury is more than it seems. The nausea and her sudden cold sweat is proof of an assisting drug.

“I hope you aren’t making this easy for me, Heroine,” Villain calls, stepping off the railing with a clack of her Christian Louboutin boots. She laughs, loud and clear, raising her arms above her head and sighing loudly. “But then again, it’d be much better for you to just fall into my arms. Don’t you think?”

Heroine would be convinced of Villain’s insanity, only it can’t be. Villain may be teasing and sarcastic with her words, carelessly wearing designer shoes on a wet rooftop, but she’s not a fool. She’s backed Heroine into a corner more than once, has won battles Heroine didn’t even know they were fighting, and kept her identity secret, under the leather hood and behind the loud laughter. She can wear all the Hermès and Christian Louboutin she likes, because she knows Heroine can’t ever be sure of her identity despite the clues.

Villain is like the Cheshire Cat—always laughing, playing with words. She’s like smoke, vanishing and reappearing, a mirage of sparkling darkness. She’s sly and tricky, but charismatically so.

Heroine stifles a pained moan when she tries to move her arm, gritting her teeth and pushing herself off of the electrical box. Immediately, gravity sinks its hooks into her, and she staggers, throwing one hand out and slumping, crashing against the cold metal. Pain and exhaustion close her eyes as she shivers from the impact, tensing up with her arm clutched to her chest.

God. Damn. There is no way Villain didn’t hear that.

An almost disappointed sigh reaches Heroine’s ears, accompanied by the slow clicking of Villain’s boots, and followed by a mocking lament. “You weren’t supposed to surrender.”

Heroine chokes out a dry laugh. “I’m not your mouse to toy around, anak kucing.”

Kitten. Why is she calling Villain a kitten? The drug must be potent, pulling her eyelids closed and shutting down her brain enough for the word to slip.

The boots stop, followed by a rustling noise. Feather-light fingers touch the bottom of Heroine’s chin, lifting it up.

Heroine’s eyes refuse to clear, her vision cloudy with black dots.

Villain’s soft breath against her skin makes Heroine inhale sharply, but it’s futile. The velvet voice hums, “Good night, Maliha.”

━──┉┉┅┄┄┈ 🍓🥀💋🥀🍓 ┈┄┄┅┉┉────━

Heroine wakes up unable to see.

After the briefest second of panic, she realises the cause of her blindness: a silk cover over her eyes. When she reaches to pull it down, slender fingers cover hers and pull her hand away, gently but firmly setting her wrist down against cool, soft sheets.

“I’d advise against that,” a lighthearted voice warns.

Heroine picks up on the unspoken or else. It doesn’t faze her, though, and she slowly pulls her wrist out of Villain’s grip, brushing her fingertips against a ring on Villain’s left ring finger.

“What if I don’t listen to your advice?” Heroine asks softly, bringing her hand to the edge of the blindfold and rubbing it thoughtfully.

The next moment, her hands are pinned on either side of her head, her back pressed against the cool sheets as Villain’s knees press against her sides. Heroine freezes, completely thrown.

Villain’s voice is unruffled, perfectly collected. “Then you pay the price.”

Her breath tickles Heroine’s skin, their closeness making her sense of touch send firecrackers up her spine and into her brain. Despite the heated thrum, Heroine refuses to move, to breathe, as Villain slowly moves off of her body, her fingers releasing Heroine’s wrist.

Heroine’s heart is most definitely not racing, thank you very much. Her voice is not breathless when she speaks—certainly not!—simply cautious. “Why…” she inhales sharply when Villain takes her arm and rolls up her sleeve. “Why are you…helping me?”

“Guess.” Villain’s voice makes it hard to tell whether or not she’s being sarcastic, even though she’s currently cleaning Heroine’s wound.

Heroine huffs out a laugh. “So I don’t ruin your Alexander McQueen coat?” She even raises an eyebrow, though she doesn’t know if Villain is looking at her face.

Villain chuckles once, and takes Heroine’s hand, placing it on her shoulder, sliding it down to feel the buttons and belt.

“Ah,” Heroine murmurs, and a smile slips onto her face unintentionally. “My mistake. Not McQueen, but Bottega Veneta.”

“Quite right.” Villain affirms, and lets go of Heroine’s hand, which lingers in the air for a beat longer before Heroine lowers it.

There’s only another two seconds of silence.

“Is this an apology?” Heroine asks quietly.

Villain’s movements don’t slow, but her response is not immediate. She finishes wrapping Heroine’s wound and rolls down her sleeve. “It’s not,” she says, and there’s no guilt in her tone. “I have no apology to offer. I don’t think you expect one, anyway.”

Silence. Villain is right; Heroine didn’t really think this strange act of kindness was anything more than that. It makes no sense for them to apologise for each other when they will inevitably clash again. When Villain will topple another company, destroying a building or a person, will toy with Heroine again. When Heroine will fight her again, maybe salvage something, and then they will separate. That’s how their relationship works.

“What did you give me?” It was an effective knockout drug, and Heroine has no clue how much time has passed. She can barely feel the pain, now, but that could be from treatment and not a lingering side effect of the first injection.

Villain’s breath sounds faintly amused. “Do you want to hear my voice that much?” Her laugh now is different from earlier, more innocent, like they’re trading jokes. “I’m not giving up my secrets to you just because I’m healing you, Maliha.”

Heroine frowns, having expected a rejection. She raises her hand as if to wave away the question altogether.

Villain catches her hand and laces their fingers together, bringing the back of Heroine’s hand to her lips, and Heroine’s lungs contract, her heart hammering all of a sudden because god, Villain’s soft laughter even feels like velvet. She’s like a rich drink, warm and elegant at the same time, completely intoxicating.

“Pretty girl,” Villain purrs. Her lips dance over Heroine’s knuckles, and a strained whimper makes it half out of Heroine’s mouth.

God, this is worse than a drug, because of it was a drug, Heroine could easily find a stronger substance to distract herself. But this? There is nothing more overwhelming than the feel of Villain’s breath on her skin, nothing stronger than her velvet voice washing away every thought in Heroine’s mind, nothing crueler than the mad feelings churning in Heroine’s chest right. There is nothing she wants more than to pull off the blindfold and see the face that belongs to a voice capable of bewitching sirens.

“You…” Heroine can’t hear herself so much as she feels the rawness of her voice. Breathless, wanting, after the ghost of a touch from this human belladonna. “What did you give me?”

The question has no answer. Heroine has been given nothing, and she knows this. But it is impossible for nothing to have happened, and indeed something did happen.

Another battle she didn’t realise she was fighting until she lost. How easily she had let Villain strike her heart, not by a weapon, but with a few gentle words and a touch. To be shaken by her without even seeing her.

The most dangerous monster is always the one that remains unseen. No matter how pretty it speaks or how soft it acts, it is the deadliest enemy, because it is so easy to be deceived by the idea of beauty and kindness.

The Villain is like the Cheshire Cat, always speaking with two meanings. The most Heroine has seen of her is her smile, and she fears that if she sees any more, she will lose her heart.

#It’s M writing!#heroine x villain #hero x villain #sapphic #lesbian #writeblr #Indonesian Heroine x Pakistani Villain #knowing which brands your SO is wearing because that’s my trademark apparently #healing #enemies (?) to lovers #2AM (Amina x Ami)#yes screw you I am tagging this as Magic~L because it is Magic~L #Magic~L #I have never written something like this before #But I’m a good writer so it’s fine #To Ky and Cy: here’s your food

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chickentunasalad566 · 1 year

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American shows when they have to cast somebody who speaks Spanish/arabic/russian/any language that isn't english and they see anyone who actually speaks the language

#community #brba #i love both of these shows but oh my goddddd #danny pudi is polish and indian and the guy who plays his dad is pakistani 😭😭😭and neither kf them know arabic/palestinian arabic #nobody speaks fusha irl 😭😭😭pls stop #and almost everyone who speaks spanish in brba #tony dalton working offtime to fix the writers' google translate spanish he deserved a raise #bcs #breaking bad #better call saul #gus/giancarlo broo #again #love him but cmon😭#stranger things #and the russian in stranger things is acc atrocious

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