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The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for YouđŸŒŋ ŲˆÛ Ø¯ØąŲˆØ§Ø˛Û ØŦŲˆ Ų…ØŦÚžÛ’ اŲ†Ø¯Øą ÚŠÚžÛŒŲ†Ú† Ų„ایا، اŲˆØą ŲˆÛ ØŽŲˆØ´ÛŒØ§Úē ØŦŲˆ Ų…ÛŒÚē Ų†Û’ ØĒŲ…ہیÚē ØŗŲˆŲ†Ųž دیÚē(English + Urdu – Part 1)✍️ Poem / Ų†Ø¸Ų…The hospital door pulled me inside,Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call.I stood there carrying unfinished prayers,While your laughter lived elsewhere, untouched by it all.ہØŗŲžØĒاŲ„ ÚŠÛ’ Ø¯ØąŲˆØ§Ø˛Û’ Ų†Û’ Ų…ØŦÚžÛ’ اŲžŲ†ÛŒ ØˇØąŲ ÚŠÚžÛŒŲ†Ú† Ų„یا،Ų†Û Ø˛ŲˆØą Øŗے، بŲ„ڊہ Ų‚ØŗŲ…ØĒ ÚŠÛŒ ؎اŲ…ŲˆØ´ ŲžÚŠØ§Øą Øŗے۔Ų…ÛŒÚē ادڞŲˆØąÛŒ دؚاؤÚē ÚŠŲˆ ØŗŲ†Ø¨ÚžØ§Ų„Û’ ڊڞڑا ØĒڞا،اŲˆØą ØĒŲ…ÛØ§ØąÛŒ ہŲ†Øŗی ڊہیÚē اŲˆØą، Øŗب Øŗے بے Ų†ÛŒØ§Ø˛ ØĒÚžÛŒ۔Here, time does not count hours,It counts breaths—one after

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đŸŒŋ The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You đŸŒŋ ŲˆÛ Ø¯ØąŲˆØ§Ø˛Û ØŦŲˆ Ų…ØŦÚžÛ’ اŲ†Ø¯Øą ÚŠÚžÛŒŲ†Ú† Ų„ایا، اŲˆØą ŲˆÛ ØŽŲˆØ´ÛŒØ§Úē ØŦŲˆ Ų…ÛŒÚē Ų†Û’ ØĒŲ…ہیÚē ØŗŲˆŲ†Ųž دیÚē (English + Urdu – Part 1) ✍️ Poem / Ų†Ø¸Ų… The hospital door pulled me inside, Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call. I stood there carrying unfinished prayers, While your laughter lived elsewhere, untouched by it all. ہØŗŲžØĒاŲ„ ÚŠÛ’ Ø¯ØąŲˆØ§Ø˛Û’ Ų†Û’ Ų…ØŦÚžÛ’ اŲžŲ†ÛŒ ØˇØąŲ ÚŠÚžÛŒŲ†Ú† Ų„یا، Ų†Û Ø˛ŲˆØą Øŗے، بŲ„ڊہ Ų‚ØŗŲ…ØĒ ÚŠÛŒ ؎اŲ…ŲˆØ´ ŲžÚŠØ§Øą Øŗے۔ Ų…ÛŒÚē ادڞŲˆØąÛŒ دؚاؤÚē ÚŠŲˆ ØŗŲ†Ø¨ÚžØ§Ų„Û’ ڊڞڑا ØĒڞا، اŲˆØą ØĒŲ…ÛØ§ØąÛŒ ہŲ†Øŗی ڊہیÚē اŲˆØą، Øŗب Øŗے بے Ų†ÛŒØ§Ø˛ ØĒÚžÛŒ۔ Here, time does not count hours, It counts breaths—one after another. May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny, Even if mine remains silent and hungry. یہاÚē ŲˆŲ‚ØĒ گڞڑیاÚē Ų†ÛÛŒÚē Ú¯Ų†ØĒا، یہ ØŗاŲ†ØŗŲˆÚē ڊا Ø­Øŗاب ØąÚŠÚžØĒا ہے۔ ØĒŲ…ÛØ§ØąÛŒ ØŽŲˆØ´ÛŒŲˆÚē ÚŠÛŒ ØļیاŲØĒ ØĒŲ…ÛØ§ØąÛŒ Ų‚ØŗŲ…ØĒ Ų…ÛŒÚē ہŲˆ، چاہے Ų…ÛŒØąØ§ Ø­Øĩہ ؎اŲ…ŲˆØ´ÛŒ Ų…ÛŒÚē بڞŲˆÚŠØ§ ØąÛ ØŦاØĻے۔ If pain must choose a shoulder, Let it be mine—without complaint. Let my waiting become the price, So your smile never learns to fade. Ø§Ú¯Øą Ø¯ØąØ¯ ÚŠŲˆ ÚŠØŗی ÚŠŲ†Ø¯ÚžÛ’ ÚŠÛŒ Øļ...
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