Velvet

“There is something beautiful about the moments that happen without being planned, when everything feels quiet and ordinary, yet somehow becomes a memory worth keeping. Sometimes I don’t need a special place, a perfect day, or a reason to smile. I just enjoy the little things around me, the familiar feeling of being comfortable in my own space, and those random moments when I feel completely myself. Maybe these moments seem small when they happen, but later they become the ones I remember the most. Life doesn’t always have to be exciting or perfectly arranged to feel meaningful. Sometimes all I need is a calm night, a little music, my own thoughts, and a moment that feels like mine. I think there is a certain kind of comfort in simply existing, without trying to make everything look perfect, and letting the moment stay exactly as it is.”

You will never catch a glimpse of me in the hustle and bustle, for I am not one of the lovers of false gatherings. If you want to look for me, you will surely find me in a quiet corner, at the head of which is a table bearing a book that nourishes the mind, and a cup of coffee that repairs the details of the day. There, I am alone with myself, I gather my scattered thoughts, and I read what my mind desires, not what my heart inclines to. I have loved tranquility until I realized its strangeness and danger in a society that does not understand silence; a society that sanctifies noise and sees the noisy person as the center of life. People often misunderstand the quiet person, and think him oblivious or uninterested, while in reality he is creating his own world; he is looking for serenity, he sits with the melodies of 'Fairouz', and sips his coffee, leaving the world to its noise, and his mind to its freedom.

When I look back, I see my old self with a touch of harshness—not out of unfounded hatred, but because I remember actions that made me seem less than I deserved in the eyes of others. I wasn't inherently bad, but I was bad to myself. I gave my trust blindly, loved too quickly, and diminished my own worth for a fleeting smile or temporary acceptance. I thought everyone who came near me was trustworthy, that all hearts were the same, until I learned too late that not every closeness is safe, and not every smile is genuine. Only then did I know who I am, and I realized that my worth isn't measured by the opinions of others, but by the steadfastness of my character and my self-respect. So I reached out, not to cling to them, but to withdraw quietly. I withdrew to rebuild myself, not to tear others down. I chose to change, to place my value within .

I wanted our meeting to be in winter, under the shade of a lush tree overflowing with leaves that fell around us laughing, as if sharing the joy of the moment. I stood bewildered as I looked at you, contemplating your pure features that surpassed description, and wondering which words would do justice to the sweetness of your laughter and your eyes that summarized all of life in those moments. The flame and the Friday that ignited within me refused to be extinguished, nourished by the light of that enchanting smile that gives the universe an enduring warmth. But, when you left and disappeared from sight, you did not leave alone; rather, that tree withered and its branches died, and that place was no longer as it had been in its first days. It turned from a home full of love, warmth, and vitality into cold ruins covered with silence, as if life had left it the day you left, leaving it as a wounded witness to a time when we were together.

These days, I have only one wish left: to find the peace I have always sought, and to sleep a deep sleep in which my soul finds rest, far from all that has burdened and tired it. I wish to live, even for moments, the simplest things I loved, with all their passion and sincerity, and to relive in my dreams those beautiful moments that I could not forget, and which still haunt me every night, as if they were a part of my soul that never left me. How I wish to see them in a beautiful dream, and to live with them a farewell unlike the farewell of reality; a farewell that does not end with loss, but remains preserved in the heart, where time cannot erase it. I no longer ask much of this life; All I want is peace, and for this turmoil within me to subside. Sometimes I feel that life is moving on, and I am following it, burdened by what I carry, waiting for the days to change and for the long-awaited relief to come. I am not writing this out of surrender or fear,

There is something about ordinary days that makes them worth remembering. The little details, the places I happened to be, the clothes I chose without thinking too much, the coffee I carried around, and the random pictures taken somewhere between one moment and another. Nothing here was carefully planned or made to look perfect, and maybe that is exactly what makes these memories feel real. Sometimes I like keeping photographs that have no particular story behind them, because later they become small reminders of a certain day, a certain mood, or a version of life that I might not notice while I am living it. The simplest moments can quietly become some of the most familiar ones, and I think there is something beautiful about collecting them without needing a reason.

Some nights are better when nothing really happens. You come back to your room, turn on a soft light, leave your things wherever they happen to land, and suddenly the whole place feels a little more peaceful than it did during the day. You stand in front of the mirror for a few minutes, not because you have somewhere to go, but because sometimes it feels nice to simply exist without having to do anything. There’s no perfect pose, no perfect moment, and no reason to make everything look special. It’s just a normal night, a familiar room, and a small moment that somehow feels worth keeping. Maybe that’s what I like most about pictures like this — they don’t try too hard to be anything. They just capture a quiet part of life exactly as it was.

“Shamsain” feels like a song about loving someone so deeply that their presence becomes something impossible to replace. It carries the feeling of longing, attachment, and remembering a person even when they are far away. The idea of the song is that this person is not simply someone you love, but someone who brings light and warmth into your life, almost like having your own source of brightness. At the same time, there is a sense of vulnerability in the way love can make you miss someone, think about them constantly, and feel that ordinary days are different without them. The song captures that complicated feeling of being completely attached to someone while knowing that distance or circumstances can make their presence difficult to reach.

a little space for everything that doesn’t really belong anywhere else — random pictures from my camera roll, makeup looks I suddenly felt like trying, coffee cups from places I liked, pretty corners, late-night moments, small things that caught my eye, and all the unnecessary pictures that somehow become my favorites later.

somewhere between a makeup drawer, a coffee shop, my camera roll, and all the random things that catch my attention, this is just a little collection of moments I liked. some days it’s a new makeup look, some days it’s coffee and a quiet afternoon, and other days it’s literally just a random picture that I decided looked cute.

my camera roll, but in channel form — a little bit of makeup, a lot of coffee, random places, everyday pictures, things I find pretty, moods that change constantly, spontaneous photos, small favorites, and basically anything that makes an ordinary day feel a little more interesting.

a random archive of my everyday life, where makeup, coffee, blurry pictures, pretty views, small details, changing moods, spontaneous plans, and things I probably took a picture of for no reason all end up in the same place. nothing here really has a theme, I just post whatever feels nice enough to keep.

this channel is basically a collection of everything I happen to like at the moment — makeup before going out, coffee when I need a mood change, random pictures taken without planning, pretty corners, cute little things, places I visit, and those ordinary moments that somehow look better when you look back at them.

just a little corner filled with random pieces of my days, coffee cups that somehow deserve their own pictures, makeup looks I felt like trying, pretty places, late-night thoughts, little details I notice, and completely unnecessary pictures that I still wanted to keep somewhere.