The Ibadur blog

There are moments in life when even the most consistent voices become quiet for a while. Not because the passion disappears, but because reality gently pulls us toward responsibilities that cannot be ignored. Sometimes the mind needs distance, time needs attention, and life asks us to slow down before continuing the journey again. So for a little while, this blog will rest in silence. Not permanently. Not as a farewell. Only as a pause between chapters. Before stepping away for some time, I wanted to leave a few words behind for the people who stayed with this journey. To everyone who read my posts, viewed the blog, followed the page, shared links, or silently supported my writing without ever saying a word — thank you. Truly. Writers often publish words without knowing where they will reach. Yet somehow, these thoughts found people. Somewhere between late-night writings, overthinking, philosophy, emotions, and unfinished thoughts, this blog slowly became more than just a website to me...

I never became a writer through perfect grammar, difficult vocabulary, or deep literary knowledge. I became a writer through emotions, experiences, silence, and the thoughts I carried within myself for a long time. Writing slowly became the only place where I could express feelings that were difficult to explain to people directly. I am inspired by a famous writer of the late 16th and early 17th century because of the way he understood human emotions, conflicts, pain, and human nature. Not to compare myself with him, but to understand how powerful words can become when they are written with real emotions and meaning behind them. My writing style is simple, honest, emotional, reflective, and personal. I do not try to sound overly poetic or complicated. I believe emotions themselves can create meaningful writing when they are expressed genuinely. Most of my writings come from thoughts, observations, personal struggles, silence, overthinking, and the emotional side of life that many p...

People look at success and call it luck. But a writer knows that every piece of writing was once a thought, a sleepless night, a hidden pain, or a feeling turned into words. They only see the result. They never see the loneliness of writing, the effort of sharing, and the patience of waiting for the world to notice. To others, words are just sentences. But to a writer, every line carries a piece of his soul that refused to stay silent.

Sometimes, a single quote explains feelings we were never able to put into words. When I first read this quote, it did not feel like motivation. It felt like reality. “Be a victim of the past, an architect of the present, author of the future.” Every person has a past that changed them in some way. Some were broken by failure. Some by betrayal. Some by expectations, comparisons, or silence from the people they trusted the most. The truth is, the past leaves marks on everyone. Even if people smile outside, there are memories they still carry quietly within themselves. And honestly, being a victim of the past does not make someone weak. Sometimes people survive things they never talk about. There are nights when a person overthinks everything. Moments where they question themselves. Times when they feel lost while pretending to be fine in front of others. Slowly, pain changes people. It turns some into overthinkers, some into silent souls, and some into writers who express what...

C ritics, Comparison, Blame — all are happening with close ones, where they won’t accept and instead blame us. They hurt us, say sorry, and again do it. They start the fight but blame us. They criticize us, but if we do the same to them, they start another fight. They compare us but won’t accept the pain behind it. They just don’t accept their mistakes, but blame us for the mistakes done by them or even by us, which really hurts.

Four men. A writer and poet. An artist with imagination. A man devoted to studies. And an artist who leads them all. Different talents, one brotherhood — united by friendship, loyalty, and hard work.

Everyone craves something. For some, it is food. For some, luxury. For others, bikes or cars. But for me, it is the tool of time. Any brand. Every brand carries its own uniqueness. I do not care whether it is luxurious or not. What matters is the craftsmanship, because every watch tells time in its own way.

“Someone’s downfall may become another person’s first peak, but a true comeback creates a prime that remains unmatched until a stronger comeback arrives.”

  “Life unfolds like a mystery with every passing day.”

Her walking style is so beautiful. Her looks are so cute. She is so silent. She once looked at me, and it made me stand still in fear. Her behaviour is unmatchable. The attitude she carries is better than mine — that’s where I lost myself.                            -Ibadur Rahman S

  “Life is a path. At certain places, two roads will appear. Choose wisely, and trust your instincts.”

Her eyes are so bright, like a 1000W bulb. Her smile is so cute. Her face is bright as the moon. Her looks make me nervous. She is so innocent, but I’m not confident enough to speak. She is so good, and I’m praying that she will be mine.                -Ibadur Rahman S