|He (swt) is Beauty, He loves beauty and He only creates beauty. If you see beauty, capture it... don't let it get away.|
Damnation of MemoryI stood in front of the door, my mind racing, and my heart beating louder than the patients screams; it started to become difficult to breathe. I loosened my collar, rolled up my sleeves, took one last read at the name on my clipboard, and attempted to knock. Unsuccessful. I tried again. Unsuccessful, once again. I stood there with my right hand in a fist at the door, frozen. I tried not to remember but the past I had wanted to destroy surfaced to the top of my memory.Damnation of Memory by pinkyaliya
My father was an avid drinker and my mother and I were victims of his emotional and physical abuse. He would come home and beat my mother almost every night but for some reason, she stayed with him. When I asked her why we just don’t leave, she replied that daddy was just sick and would be better soon. For whatever reason, she stayed with him and made me to suffer with her. I was eight that night when my father came home drunk again. Once again it started with verbal abuse in the kitchen and then he went for the sl
بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ|
Peace and hellos :]
To remove materialism
To forget and withdraw
To simply be satisfied
To never stop trying
To show those who matter
That I can start and finish this
In His Name.
The aim of my art is to capture my unique personal struggles and journey towards God and His chosen ones [peace be on them] while being geographically static. I also want to inspire others ethereally. I hope the persistence I show in my art demonstrates that pain, struggling, and yearning are beautiful aspects of living.