​There are two types of people you acquaint with,
-The ones whom you DON’T want, that they hear what you say about them behind their back.


-The ones whom you WANT, that they hear what you say about them behind their back!
But always remember, 

How you see the other person is merely a reflection of your own!



Since the very beginning of mankind, love has been there. It was there between Adam and God. It was there between Adam and Eve. As it is one of the best and purest feelings in the world.
Since then people have come and go writing about love. From the cozy, goosebump, butterflies and wonderful master pieces to the dreadful and heart broken poetry. Many ordinary and extraordinary writers, authors, philosophers, poets and people whose only identity was that they loved so truly and therefore they are still remembered, have done their finest jobs of exquisitely, enthusiastically and with all their heart and soul writing about love.

From praising their loved ones,
To the broken heart.
“In their love I made them my lord but forgotten that I had God is to many not to one.”

Since the very beginning to today’s modern and digital world. Love has been the most written topic and you can imagine the tons of stuff by far.

The beauty of love is that every piece either well nurtured or poorly built, If you’re in love you’ll find it as if it’s on you. As if the indescribable feeling either amazing or heart broken had finally been spoken.
The irony of love is that at the same time nothing seems to actually fit on it. As if the greatest authors have failed to actually explain the very phenomenon of love. As if nothing could praise the beauty of the person I love.

Now every lover has it’s own words, it’s own expressions and it’s own way of describing it.
For me in Life sometimes,
Love is not about HAVING the person you love.
It is about letting go of the person you love for their own good.

Love is not about mourning over the love you didn’t get.
It is about not being able to mourn over them because of them.

Love is not about spending lives together.
It is about spending lives alone knowing they got better.

Love is not about sacrificing yourself.
It is about stepping forward and making them sacrifice. (In all honesty that is the biggest sacrifice you can make)

Even if their happiness is you and you know that it’s all in vain,
Love is not about being happy in love.
It is about chosing their happiness over yours.

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.


Sometime in life all you need is support and someone on you side, walking with you side by side maybe holding your hand and syncing step by step.
Just walking with you, talking and sharing.
Support is often under rated you know. We don’t realize it’s value and significance until we lose it. It’s much more powerful than we think it’s often said that “One and One makes Eleven”
It’s not necessary that it should be a ‘Lover’ but they should love you.
Let me elaborate what and why I just wrote,

I was home alone today and so was my grandma, she didn’t know that I was at home she thought that she was home alone. Let me tell you something, old age is hard and lonely. Too lonely. Specially In my grandma’s case who has spent her whole life with my grandfather so closely and interdependently and so full of love, and now when he’s gone you can imagine the height of her loneliness.
So even though we never leave her alone at home because of her illness she was forced to believe that she was home alone by the thorns of loneliness in her heart.
I was sitting on the couch when I saw her coming out of her room without the help of her stick that she carry. I was a little surprised that she was walking almost okay without her stick, I mean obviously she wasn’t walking all right as she is quite old and she actually needs a stick.
But as soon as I approached her to help her she didn’t take my hand but she was able to walk better as we accompanied together to the living room talking and laughing.
I started having flashbacks that when ever I escort her to someplace we talk and share and laugh a lot. And even when she’s ill if I go to her and simply talk and make her smile, she starts feeling better.
She didn’t take my hand or support she was walking on her own and it was as if she was walking with support because in her mind she was holding my hand or walking by my support because I assume that in her mind it wasn’t the walking with holding my hand or support perception that had made impact on her memory but actually the laugh, advices and the talking which was actually providing her the support and that’s what she remembered…

-May Allah Bless her with the best of health, she is the love of my life, my biggest supporter,admirer and an amazing ‘Angelic’ human being.
So never underestimate the power of support people, It is far more stronger than you think it is.
Sometimes someone is your support and you don’t know it and you are someone else’s support and both of you don’t know it.
Appreciate it before you lose it or make someone lose yours!

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.


Who can be more confused than a guy, who literally thinks ten times before drinking the last sip of his drink.That whether he should save it till the end for the last bite or just drink it right away.
Who thinks a hundred Times before palying a song that whether he should play the other one cuz it might be better.
Who thinks a thousand times before going out that whether staying home would be more fun.
I mean seriously man just get it over with.
But sometimes it’s not about that drink, song or that hang out.
But everything in life is like that.
Sometimes, you know you’re screwed but the confusion is that, was this screw up worth it?

Capping on,

Moments’ After Life

Sometimes in Life there are moments when it feels like everything is moving so fast, all in haste, such a rush so much is happening around that you can’t even keep track of it, it all feels like a blur. Just moments in the haste of passing too quickly.
And as soon as the moment is over just within a blink of an eye the time just stops like a dead end and in the end you’re in bed just staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.
I just wish they don’t leave you like this, all stunned.
I once wrote that,
“The best yet worst thing about moments is that they pass”

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.