Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn.
Practical Magic (1998)

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Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn.
Practical Magic (1998)
When we miss a plane, lose a job, or find ourselves unable to marry the person we want, have we ever stopped to consider the possibility that it may have been for our own good? Allah tells us in the Qur’an: “…But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.” (Qur’an, 2:216)
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Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
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Don’t worry. The help of God comes in proportion to the hardship. The greater your pain, the sweeter the comfort. The harder your test, the larger the reward. The bigger your wound, the stronger the healing. The deeper the hole carves into you, the more fill you can contain.
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Only Allah can judge us by the sins we bleed onto our pages, not mankind.
Left my heart in Madinah - I did 💙
“And never think that Allah is unaware of what the wrongdoers do. He only delays them for a Day when eyes will stare [in horror].”
Surah Ibrahim: Ayah 42
And what do you know, perhaps you may have desired a rush of feelings lasting only for a blink of an eye while Allah wishes for you true contentment worthy a lifetime.
ibtasem // القناعة - contentment (via ibtasem)
Book of the day: The Last Mile by David Baldacci
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You cried when He took away your drop of water, not knowing He’d saved for you, the sea.
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The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.
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let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.
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