The Scribble Poetries
The Whole of Me
Don't box me in or cast a name, To fit a mold or play a game. For I am built of "this" and "that," The scholar’s mind and the street-side chat. I love the books, the heavy shelf, The history where I find…
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The Scribble Articles
5 Signs You Should Let Someone Go
Maybe tonight feels heavier than usual. The kind of night where silence is loud, and your thoughts refuse to slow down. Because tonight, I’m writing about something that sounds simple but feels incredibly painful: letting go. Jus…
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The Scribble Articles
3 Things I Felt After Confession
Hello world! In this holy month, a month often associated with reflection, repentance, and returning to what truly matters, I would like to talk about one simple word that carries a depth far beyond its letters: confession. It is…
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The Scribble Stories
055 Fifty Fifth Story
Hello world! I’m back! Hehe. A few days ago, I heard some news about my neighbor. She’s a young girl, an eleventh-grade high school student. Qodarullah, she’s currently in the hospital because of inflamed tonsils that required a …
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