🌹 Someone once asked me:“What do you get out of writing poetry, quotes, and fundraising for charities?”The truth? I don’t get much in the material sense.But I gain something far greater:
✨ The joy of turning words into hope.
✨ The chance to give voice to those who feel unseen.
✨ The opportunity to let art serve a purpose bigger than myself.That’s why I wrote If Rose Could Talk—a poem reminding working professionals to pause, breathe, and remember their worth.
For me, poetry is not just about beauty, it’s about impact.I don’t just write for myself—I write so words can bloom into kindness. 🌹
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Have you ever noticed how the world seems to get louder every day? The constant notifications, the endless demands, the relentless pressure to do and achieve… It can be deafening, leaving us feeling disconnected from ourselves and yearning for a sense of inner peace.
I spent years chasing that peace in external sources: accomplishments, relationships, even adventures. But what I discovered, ultimately, was that the most profound healing begins not in the external world, but within. It starts in the quiet spaces, the moments of stillness where we can truly listen to our own hearts.
That journey of personal discovery is what led me to write “Healing in Stillness” a book dedicated to exploring the transformative power of inner stillness. It’s not about escaping the world, but about cultivating a sanctuary within so that you can navigate life’s challenges with greater resilience, clarity, and joy.
“Healing in Silence” is an invitation to rediscover your own inner wisdom. To nurture the wounded parts of yourself. To find strength not in the noise, but in the quiet, powerful voice within.
What if the key to healing isn’t found in loud conversations, but in the profound wisdom of silence? My upcoming book, “Healing in Silence,” explores the transformative power of inner stillness. Are you ready to listen? #HealingInSilence #InnerPeace #SelfDiscovery #Mindfulness
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If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
Not all shops sell things.Some sell hope.Some sell change.Some sell the belief that kindness can be bought — and given away — in the same moment.If I opened a shop, it wouldn’t be just shelves and counters.It would be a beating heart wrapped in four walls,a place where each item whispered a storyand every sale became a seed of change.
I would call it “The Giving Corner.”A space where books breathe hope,where handcrafted treasures carry the touch of their makers,and where even the smallest purchaseripples out to feed a hungry soul,lift a struggling dreamer,or plant dignity where the soil was once barren.In one corner, my words would rest —poems, stories, and thoughts stitched with care,waiting for hands to hold themand hearts to carry them forward.Because to me, a shop is not a business.It’s a bridge.
A way to connect your kindness to someone else’s tomorrow.A place where buying becomes giving,and every transactionis just another way of saying,“You matter.”And if you walked out of my shop,you wouldn’t just carry a bag.You’d carry a piece of someone’s hope.
💬 Your turn: If you opened a shop, what would your walls hold — and what would it stand for?#SocialImpact #Entrepreneurship #KindnessInAction #PenByZee
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
If I could ask for one change—just one—from the words I share here, it would be this:
That we remember how deeply we need each other.
Not just in moments of crisis, not just when headlines remind us of suffering, but in the quiet, everyday spaces of life. The way a kind word softens someone’s day. The way shared stories remind us we’re not alone. The way a simple act of giving—whether food, time, or listening—can be a turning point in another person’s life.
My blog isn’t just about ideas, it’s about connection. It’s about building a place—however small—where we remember that compassion isn’t weakness, it’s strength. That empathy isn’t a luxury, but a foundation. That when we choose to lift one another, even in the smallest of ways, we are building something far greater than ourselves.
I want this space to be a quiet rebellion against indifference.
A reminder that even when the world seems hardened, you still have the power to soften it—through your words, your presence, your care.
What if we stopped seeing people as strangers… and started seeing them as stories waiting to be heard? What if we treated kindness not as a random act, but a conscious practice?
That is the change I hope this blog brings.
To inspire a deeper commitment to helping one another, to showing up with honesty, and to creating community where no one feels invisible
Because the truth is: The world doesn’t change because of grand gestures. It changes because we choose, again and again, to care.
So let this blog be a place where care lives. Where trust is nurtured. Where hope is kept alive not through perfection, but through the simple, sacred act of showing up—for one another.
This is Zoeb Ali – Zee, wishing you all the good luck in whatever positive, small or big you are doing in your life to improve life of your loved ones, unknown individuals and families struggling and needing your love ❤ and help and yourself. Keep reading my posts and comment,like and share so I know if my words make any difference to you. Thank you for reading my posts.
I am still in recovery mode from my hernia surgery and currently working on my next post
Letting Away Your Roots to Change the Fruits.
Here I am intending to discuss how changing the way we think, the way we have been grown up to achieve the success with the changing time and situations. As I myself have been through a lot of changes emotionally, physically and in another aspects of my life.
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There’s a certain pull that comes with the idea of “home.” It’s not just a place—it’s a collection of moments, memories, and emotions, woven together like a patchwork quilt. For me, that place is my hometown in India, where narrow streets hum with life, the aroma of freshly cooked spices lingers in the air, and laughter bounces off the walls of small, vibrant homes.
I left all of it behind, chasing opportunities in a distant, developed land. The choice felt right then, practical even. But as the years passed, I realized that while I gained material comforts, I left a part of my soul behind. My hometown—the soil, the people, the essence—called to me, but I was too distracted to listen.
Writing The Forgotten Garden brought back waves of nostalgia and reflection. It reminded me of a garden that once thrived in my childhood—a garden I abandoned along with my roots. Revisiting that garden in my mind stirred something profound: a longing to reconnect, to revive not just the garden but the parts of myself it represents.
This continuation is about that call, the journey back to one’s origins, and the healing that awaits when we answer.
The winds of time carried me far, Across oceans wide, beneath foreign stars. I built my dreams on distant lands, With golden towers and weary hands.
But somewhere deep, a whisper grew, A voice I knew, yet scarcely knew. It called me back, both soft and strong, A melody I’d lost too long.
The streets I walked in childhood days, Now shadowed paths in memory’s haze. The laughter, the cries, the scents that stayed, Their echoes formed a fleeting parade.
The garden waits, a patient friend, Its story unfinished, far from its end. The flowers wilted, the fruitless trees, Yet hope lingers in the breeze.
I pack my bags, not just with clothes, But with fragments of dreams, with humble oaths. To tend the soil that shaped my name, And light once more that tender flame.
Each step I take feels bittersweet, As past and present gently meet. The forgotten blooms will rise anew, In colors bright, in morning’s dew.
For home is not just bricks and stone, But the seed of love we’ve always known. It waits, it whispers, it longs to see, The part of itself that lives in me.
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After a long journey of hardships, silent struggles, and spiritual awakenings, I found myself standing at the intersection of the seen and unseen. It was there—in the quiet moments of the night—that dreams began to speak to me. Each dream felt like a coded message, a gentle nudge from the inner self.
The boundaries between the subconscious and conscious blurred, urging me to document not just what I saw, but what I felt. That was the birth of this handwritten piece: “Journal of Dreams, Interpretation and Spirituality.”🧠 It is not about right or wrong interpretations, but a raw, unfiltered dive into how dreams can reflect real-life situations.📖 It is not a research paper. It’s a reflection. An offering. A journey.🧘♂️ It doesn’t aim to name or blame—it aims to heal and make sense of the inexplicable. I write this journal with minimal research, using dreams as keys to unlock my thoughts. When the world fails to offer clarity, I believe our inner world still does.
🔍 Why this matters to you: In a world flooded with information, we often overlook the quiet wisdom that resides within us. If you’ve ever dreamt something that felt too real, or had a moment of déjà vu that shook you—perhaps it’s time you paid attention.💭 What are your dreams trying to tell you?🕊️ Are you brave enough to interpret your own soul?🖋️ Pen by Zee is more than just writing—it’s a journey of self-reflection, healing, and mindful exploration.
If this resonates with you, I invite you to follow along or even start your own journal of dreams. Spirituality #DreamInterpretation #Journaling #SelfDiscovery #MentalHealth #Mindfulness #InnerWisdom #WritingTherapy #PenByZee #ZeeVibe
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