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🌙 Title The Streets That Never Knew You الشوارع التي لم تعرفك أبداً ✨ Bilingual Poem You never walked through these streets of mine, لم تمشِ أبداً في شوارعي هذه، The evening lamps never trembled at your arrival, مصابيح المساء لم ترتجف لقدومك، These walls remember my silent sighs, هذه الجدران تحفظ تنهّداتي الصامتة، But they do not know your footsteps. لكنها لا تعرف وقع خطواتك. Perhaps this was never your dwelling, ربما لم يكن هذا موطنك أبداً، Perhaps my heart built a home alone. ربما كان قلبي هو من بنى البيت وحيداً. How strange it is — كم هو غريب — To love someone who never arrived. أن تحب شخصاً لم يأتِ أبداً. And stranger still — والأغرب من ذلك — To wake one day and realize, أن تستيقظ يوماً وتدرك، I never truly knew you. أنني لم أعرفك حقاً. 🌿 Philosophical & Psychological Reflection 🌿 تأمل فلسفي ونفسي 1. The Illusion of Love وهم الحب Sometimes we fall in love with an idea, not a person. أحياناً نقع في حب الفكرة لا الشخص. We imagine depth where there may be none. نتخي...

🌙 Title The Streets That Never Knew You وہ گلیاں جہاں تم کبھی آئے ہی نہیں ✨ Bilingual Poem You never walked through these streets of mine, میری ان گلیوں میں تم کبھی آئے ہی نہیں، The evening lamps never trembled at your arrival, شام کی روشنی نے تمہاری آمد کو کبھی محسوس نہیں کیا۔ These walls remember my silent sighs, یہ دیواریں میری آہوں کی گواہ ہیں، But they do not know your footsteps. مگر تمہارے قدموں کی چاپ سے ناواقف ہیں۔ Perhaps this was never your dwelling, شاید یہ تمہارا ٹھکانہ تھا ہی نہیں، Perhaps my heart built a home alone. شاید میرا دل ہی اکیلا گھر بناتا رہا۔ How strange it is — کتنا عجیب ہے — To love someone who never arrived. کسی ایسے سے محبت کرنا جو آیا ہی نہیں۔ And stranger still — اور اس سے بھی عجیب — To wake up and realize, جاگ کر یہ سمجھنا، I never truly knew you. کہ میں تمہیں جانتا ہی نہیں تھا۔ 🌿 Philosophical & Psychological Reflection 🌿 فلسفیانہ اور نفسیاتی تجزیہ 1. The Illusion of Love محبت کا فریب Sometimes we do not fall in love with a person. So...

The Streets That Never Knew You A Philosophical Reflection on Unfamiliar Love in Familiar Places 🌙 Poem You never walked through these streets of mine. The dust never touched your feet. The evening lamps never trembled At the rhythm of your arrival. These walls have memorized my sighs, The silent corners know my waiting — But none remember your shadow. Perhaps this was never your dwelling. Perhaps my heart built a home Without asking if you wished to stay. I guarded doors you never knocked on, Saved words you never asked to hear, Spoke to the wind Believing it carried your name. How strange it is — To miss someone Who was never there. And stranger still — To wake one day And whisper to yourself: “I never truly knew you.” Now the streets stand still, Not empty — But honest. They tell me softly: Some people live in our imagination, Not in our reality. Part I: The Illusion of Presence Love does not always begin with reality. Sometimes it begins with imagination. We do not fal...