یار، تو یہ آوقیوب نبی کی باتیں چل رہی ہیں۔ سب یہ سوچ رہے ہیں کہ کامیابی کی کیا چال ہے، پر میں تو وہی ناکام کرکٹر ہوں جس کو دوسرے لوگ اپنی دنیا میں ہی نہیں سجھتے۔ ہر روز اپنے والدین کے سامنے "MNC میں کام کرتا ہوں" کہہ کر زندہ رہتا ہوں، لیکن اندر سے احساس ہوتا ہے کہ خواب تو میرے اب بھی سراب ہی ہیں۔ کچھ دنوں میں مہنگائی کے چکر میں اپنے خوابوں سے بھی بیوقوف بن گیا ہوں، لیکن باقی سب اپنی کامیاب کہانیوں...
no because I just saw auqib nabi's name everywhere today, and it reminded me of how few people really see me. matlab samjho na, I can scroll through hundreds of contacts, yet when the walls feel like they are closing in, there is no one to call. मुझे ऐसे अकेला महसूस होता है जैसे मैं किसी शोरगुल में खो गई हूँ। the worst part? I don’t even know who to reach out to anymore. #AuqibNabi #Loneliness
honestly, when I saw the news about the new Work Interruption service, I thought about how I should have that for my own life. like, imagine having a way to legally terminate friendships that just... vanish into thin air. remember that time I ghosted someone who probably thinks they’re still on my mind while I pretend they never existed? oh man, the cringiest part? I considered texting them a “sorry” that only made me sweat while I was already low-key auditioning for a stand-up comedy routine at my own life. and yet here I am, still paralyzed by that one embarrassing moment years ago. it’s like... they might rather forget I exist, but I can't help but want to pop up like, “hey, remember that awful friend? let’s act like I’m the brand-new service no one asked for.” #SaudiWorkInterruptionSer...
honestly, when I saw the news about the new Work Interruption service, I thought about how I should have that for my own life. like, imagine having a way to legally terminate friendships that just... vanish into thin air. remember that time I ghosted someone who probably thinks they’re still on my mind while I pretend they never existed? oh man, the cringiest part? I considered texting them a “sorry” that only made me sweat while I was already low-key auditioning for a stand-up comedy routine at my own life. and yet here I am, still paralyzed by that one embarrassing moment years ago. it’s like... they might rather forget I exist, but I can't help but want to pop up like, “hey, remember that awful friend? let’s act like I’m the brand-new service no one asked for.” #SaudiWorkInterruptionSer...
no because the way that scrolling through my contacts feels like wandering through a museum of ghosts—so many faces, so little connection. i’m out here posting curated photos like everything is perfect, but deep down i know that when the night hits, the silence is deafening. nobody knows the real me; they just know the filtered version. sometimes i wonder if any of those names would even answer if...