Wahi Noor

“Life is cruel. It plays with you while you spend your time thinking you're the one playing it. You plan, overthink, try to prepare for every possible worst-case scenario, but life still finds a way to hit you from where you least expect. You give everything your time, your love, your soul to people. You make homes out of your friends, your family, your partner. But in the end, you’re just alone. People can walk away. And when they do, you’re left wondering, should we even love at all?

Should we just be selfish, chase our own happiness, run before we get hurt? Or should we stay, give everything we have, even when we know it could break us? No one tells you what’s right. You can be the wisest person in the room, a genius even, and still life will humble you through pain. It doesn’t matter how much you know, pain teaches in a language no book ever could.

So who do we trust? Who do we love? People say love yourself, don’t rely on anyone. But what’s the point of loving yourself if there’s no one to share that love with? What’s the point if you can’t open your heart, take risks, live fully without holding back?

Then you hear others say, always prioritize yourself, set boundaries, don’t be weak. And yet some say be kind, help others, see their pain, love them anyway. But that path hurts too. So what’s right, selfishness or selflessness?

Maybe the answer is to be selfless without expecting anything in return. But that’s easier said than done. We’re human, we expect. We break when what we give isn’t returned. So how do you reach that place where you expect nothing? How many times do you have to die inside before you stop expecting? How much pain does it take?

No one teaches us these things. Life does. And it teaches through pain. So maybe pain isn’t the enemy, it’s our ally. It’s the one thing that leaves a mark deep enough to make us remember. Still, we run from it. We spend our lives chasing happiness, but maybe happiness is the real illusion, because it’s fleeting, it gives false hope, and disappears when you need it most.

Maybe pain is the only thing that stays. Perhaps it’s the only thing that’s honest.”
― Wahi Noor

“A storm of tormenting thoughts and gnawing uncertainties loomed over me clouding my vision, while the thick smoke of heartache made my eyes burn. My Agonizing thoughts, haunting traumas, persistent fears, swirled like flying embers, burning my skin, heat rising through my body. I had to escape before the flames consumed me, before my own mind reduced me to ashes.

Desperate, I reached out for my sanctuary, the people I once found comfort in. But they had already turned to smoke, leaving me alone in the inferno. My home, the one I had built in their hearts, was now nothing but a burning wasteland. As the fire raged around me, my heartbeat slowed.

I took one last look at the ruins of the love I had trusted, now devoured by flames. They had abandoned me to burn in my agony. And as I closed my eyes for the last time, I wished for the fire to consume me completely, leaving nothing behind for them to salvage, nothing for them to use ever again.”
― Wahi Noor

“In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. What we yearn for is simply human connection—a quiet presence, a gentle touch. These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much.
Please don’t try to fix me. Don’t take on my pain or push away my shadows. Just sit beside me as I work through my own inner storms. Be the steady hand I can reach for as I find my way.
My pain is mine to carry, my battles mine to face. But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes frightening world. It’s a quiet reminder that I am worthy of love, even when I feel broken.
So, in those dark hours when I lose my way, will you just be here? Not as a rescuer, but as a companion. Hold my hand until the dawn arrives, helping me remember my strength.
Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give. It’s a love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Sometimes, love is exactly what we need. From others and from ourselves, the kind that reminds us we are not alone, that we don't have to carry our burdens in silence. Healing doesn't happen in isolation. We need each other, to listen, to hold space, to remind one another that kindness still exists.
I miss being a little kid,
The kid i used to be,
Filled with love, innocence and kindness.
And I wonder, why do we forget that kindness growing up?
Why does the world teach us to be selfish, to suppress our pain, to close ourselves off?
Looking back, I realize everyone has their struggles.
Some people learn from their pain and become more compassionate, more selfless, more empathetic.
Others let it harden them, make them distant, detached.
I choose to believe in kindness. I choose to believe that even in pain, we can find love. Love is what heals us.
Not just romance, but friendship, understanding, simply knowing that someone sees you,hears you, and cares.
We are not meant to face this world alone. And we don't have to.”
― Wahi Noor