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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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The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You(English Version – Part 1)✍️ PoemThe hospital door pulled me inside,Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call.I stood there carrying unfinished prayers,While your laughter lived somewhere else, untouched by it all.Here, time does not count hours,It counts breaths—one after another.May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny,

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đŸŒŋ The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You (English Version – Part 1) ✍️ Poem 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 somewhere else, untouched by it all. Here, time does not count hours, It counts breaths—one after another. May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny, Even if mine stays hungry, silent, and sober. If pain must choose a shoulder to rest upon, Let it be mine—no complaint, no plea. Let my waiting become the price I pay, So your smile never learns how to flee. 🌱 Introduction Not all love stands in the light. Some love waits outside hospital doors. The line “The hospital door pulled me in; may your happiness be fed by your destiny” speaks for countless unheard lives—those who carry pain quietly so someone else can live freely. This is not a poem of complaint. It is a poem of acceptance, sacrifice, and silent blessing. In a worl...
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