ليَرون .

nice girl 🎀 👛 .

In my little world, tiny versions of me run through the details of my day as if dreams escaped from my imagination just to live beside me… One climbs onto my shoulder so gently, another waves at me like she knows all my secrets, and one sits quietly watching me with eyes full of peace. They are all me… just in different sizes and with emotions that are easier to see. I love the idea that every person carries many versions of themselves inside; a little girl who laughs for no reason, another who fights silently, and a third pretending to be strong while secretly needing only a hug. This photo is not just a picture… it is a whole world that feels exactly like me. A world filled with calmness, imagination, and the tenderness I always hide behind my smile. Even the tiny details around me seem alive now, as if my soul finally decided to appear as cute little characters running around me and telling everyone: “She looks calm… but inside her lives a thousand stories.

مَا نِلْتِ عَرْشَ القَلْبِ بَعْدَ مُنَافِسٍ بَلْ أَنْتِ حُكْمٌ مُبْرَمٌ وَقَدَارِي ​سُبْحَانَ مَنْ أَعْطَاكِ سِرَّ مَهَابَةٍ يَخْشَى سَنَاهَا كُلُّ طَرْفٍ جَارِي ​فَاسْتَقْبِلِي بَيْعَاتِ رُوحِي طَاعَةً يَا قِبْلَةَ الأَشْوَاقِ فِي أَشْعَارِي .

أين يهربُ الإنسان حين تكونُ الطرقُ كلُّها تؤذيه؟ أيُغامرُ بالمضيِّ في دروبٍ يعلمُ أنّها ستنهشه، أم يعودُ إلى المكانِ ذاته الذي علَّمهُ الخوفَ أوّلَ مرّة؟ كيفَ يمضي حين يغدو الأمانُ وهمًا، وتُفرَشُ الطرقُ بالنُّصول، فيغدو الكَلْمُ يملؤه؟ أين يمضي إن كانتِ السُّبلُ كلُّها تجهله؟ أيُعانقُ الألمَ ويُعايشه، أم يمضي باحثًا عن ألمٍ جديدٍ لا يُدركه؟ أيمكثُ في وجعٍ يُمزِّقه، أم يمضي إلى وجعٍ يُحرقه؟