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Daughter of Earth Author: Nuzhat Date: 19-08-2025

Earth has been gifted with the potential of reproduction, nurturing life, and sustaining humanity. The seed we sow grows into a tall, rigid tree with a wide, sheltering canopy. Its branches bring forth segments of life, forming a magnificent whole. But have we ever looked beneath the canopy? The network of branches underneath may not be eye-catching, yet without that tangled support, the beauty of the tree above would not exist.

That tree symbolizes daughters—daughters of generations-who entangle themselves in sacrifice to create a charming view for others. They surrender their desires and their identity just to satisfy the people who claim to love them. They give up the most prestigious parts of their lives.

A daughter grows into a mother, and her entire world begins to revolve around the child she brings into existence. She stops entertaining any irrational thought about herself—her appearance, her wants, her wishes, her unfulfilled dreams. The only thing that remains is her determination to create a galaxy of wonder for her child.

Sometimes, if someone asks her what she once wished to be when she was a daughter, she no longer remembers.

In this so-called sophisticated society, people are quick to criticize daughters. But spend just one day as a daughter, and you will begin to understand the silent battles she fights daily—to earn her position, her honor, her respect.

Remember: a daughter who is nurtured with love will pass that love on to generations, filling the world with its essence.

Train of Thought That Never Stops Author: Nuzhat Date: 18-6-2025

Here, I want to put all my thoughts into black and white—thoughts that are popping up like bubbles in my mind. The questions, the path, the direction—all these things feel like they're creating a situation where my boat is about to sink and be drawn away by the flood. But my zealous personality still pushes me to stand firm like a stone.

Every person mocking these feelings makes me outraged. It's a state where we are unable to understand what we truly want. We're stuck between letting it go or holding on. Here I ask myself: Am I the only one thinking that time is running out? I feel like I’m making nothing out of all the time life is providing me. It feels like there's a ticking clock inside my head. A sound I always hear. A silent alarm set by none other than the person himself.

We humans are often unable to achieve what we were once so ambitious about—the glory, the light, the garden that was arranged by the gardener's choice. But suddenly, he finds that his flowers are wilting. Autumn has taken away all his blooming roses, carried off by the wind, and he is left only with dry and flaky leaves. He feels miserable.

We can all feel the pain of the gardener. When he watered the plants, he was surely overwhelmed with joy, imagining the garden he would one day see. But all that happiness changed into a nightmare.

The thing is: we all feel the pain. But have we ever thought of putting our energies back into motion? Not to mount the train of failing thoughts, but to gallop the horse through the field of motivation— And run. Run until we reach the finish line. Until all our efforts bear fruit.