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As Much Silence as I Could Bear. 08.04.2026 14:48:51

spirituality writing meditation #urbanwriters #storytelling faith #mindfulness #sufidiaries uncategorized
There was once a man who sat every morning at the edge of a crowded marketplace. Eyes closed. Spine straight. Breath measured. People began to notice. “Look,” they whispered, “a man of discipline.” “Look,” others said, “a man who has found peace.” The man heard them. Not with his ears—but somewhere deeper. And slowly, almost … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

Mind Race 18.04.2023 06:16:11

#mindfulness a passing thought
This was a true prayer. To be and be never there.... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

Flowers in my Pir’s Khidmat 22.10.2024 11:18:44

storytelling #mindfulness uncategorized religion writing #poetry entrepreneurship
In the heart of bustling Karachi, Azaan, a successful tech entrepreneur, lived a life filled with deadlines, meetings, and constant pressures. Though he had all the trappings of modern success—wealth, recognition, and a growing company—he felt a deep sense of restlessness. His days were consumed by the chase for more, but at night, he often …... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

Mindfulness is a bliss in make 18.03.2021 10:14:44

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it is written all over in its entirety! Hare Krshna, Hare....... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

Professional Approach 11.03.2022 01:49:12

#mindfulness a passing thought
Catharsis is a must in life cycles!... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

What is there in drugs?When you can meditate 03.05.2021 19:35:30

a passing thought #mindfulness
the passion goes on in life. And RUNS its course... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

SAy something and be quiet 29.10.2021 02:05:52

#mindfulness a passing thought
live, smile,pursue your truth... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com

The Thread Of Indigo 17.06.2025 16:31:02

#storytelling #mindfulness uncategorized #sufidiaries
Every Thursday evening, just after the sun dipped behind the skyline of Delhi, Noor would shut her laptop, silence her notifications, and sit by the window with a cup of kahwa and a skein of indigo thread. It wasn’t much—just a needle, a length of soft muslin, and the quiet hush between her breath and … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com