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“My friend, it’s only two raka’āt in the depth of the night, they’ll let you forget your worries, ease your heart, and lighten your burdens. Do you not desire Paradise?! Do you not have a particular du’ā to plea with tears of sorrow?!

Allāh calls you in the last portion of the night, so get up and suplicate, O servant of Allāh!

Two raka’āt now can change everything!”

[anotherher]

So weird to see tumblr’s new update

[anotherher]

It’s not about the story. It’s about the people in the story. The title, the cover, or the summary may cause one to pick the book. But is it not the character which attaches you to it? Is it not what makes you accept the story?

#thoughts

[anotherher]

‏May we be granted life in Al-Madinah, death in Al-Madinah, resurrection from Al-Madinah

‏عسى الله أن يمنحنا حياة في المدينة المنورة، ومماتًا فيها، وبعثًا منها 😭

[anotherher]

Concept: My home is filled with sunshine, Qur’an recitation and the scent of baked bread.

The windows are always open and the masjid is nearby. We can hear the adhaan before every prayer, and no one is ever lonely.

Here, we are at peace.

-youngtragedi

[anotherher]

There are people in this world who being around is so good for your heart. Seeing them reminds you of your Lord, their words comfort your soul and being in their company elevates your imaan. -aurescia

May Allah grant us righteous companions. Aameen.

[abv-khvlid]

But those who believed and did righteous deeds - We charge no soul except [within] its capacity. Those are the companions of Paradise… [7:42]

[plangentia]

one of my favourite things about tumblr is how it's all lovingly handpicked. there's no algorithm forcing things onto your feed, but instead long chains of mutuals and followers passing posts around simply because they liked it and ooh, maybe you might like it too. the entire website runs on people's sheer love of other people's posts and it's probably the best thing about this website. at least it's definitely the reason that this place feels more like a community than any other social media.

[anotherher]

A virtual cozy room.

[just-a-little-more-remains]

And a tiny, selfish part of me hopes that every time you meet someone, you try to find me in them; that you see a little bit of me in everyone you meet. That my words still resonate in your mind, and you want to hear them through someone else's voice.

A tiny, selfish part of me hopes that just how you've ruined everyone else for me, I've ruined everyone else for you too. Just like how your scent still lingers around in all its intensity, my fragrance still clouds your mind as well. That you haven't been able to scratch me off of you, just as I'm struggling to discard your remnants.

But the rest of me, the bigger part of me, wants you to be happy, always, wherever you are. The bigger part of me doesn't want to come between you and your happiness; doesn't want you to suffer as I've been suffering for years. The bigger, better part of me wants the best for you in this world and the next, forever and always.

[zihaaaa]

I have never been cunning. 

Call me stupid, call me clueless, but I don’t understand games of manipulation. And people seem to be living for these games. They live for drama.

As I grow older, I see the different sides of people, the double faces, how they’re sweet one second, but then twist and turn and smash and burn the next second. It’s an art. To be able to manipulate people and situations to their advantage every time, to act innocent, to create such a well thought out facade, deceiving and leaving people like me to wither away in the crossfire. Because I am not like them. But I am expected to be like them, to manipulate and to be as cunning as them. And sometimes, I think it would probably be easy to drop to their level, to be like them. To let pride and self absorption be the force that drives me. 

But it would feel wrong, wholly and completely wrong. 

And therefore I am trying to learn to be wise, not deceptive, not cunning, but wise. These situations require a certain wisdom. I don’t want to be walked upon, but I definitely don’t want to drop to their level and walk upon others as they do. I don’t want to be of those who make the lives of others more difficult out of selfishness and a basic lack of consideration. People may lie and cheat and manipulate and move up in the world, but they have no gains where it really matters. Alhamdulillah for knowing what really matters. And I pray Allah keeps me knowing what really matters. If not being like those people means being clueless to these tactics and games, then I’ll take being clueless. I’ll take losing these petty battles in this world, as long as I don’t lose sight of what is important: empathy, kindness, basic human goodness. 

The world wants me to be two-faced and selfish, but God tells me to be patient. To be wise, but not to be cunning. Because deception is an evil thing. And something I want no part of. 

[notmebyeee]

“If not being like those people means being clueless to these tactics and games, then I’ll take being clueless. I’ll take losing these petty battles in this world, as long as I don’t lose sight of what is important: empathy, kindness, basic human goodness.”

[anotherher]

This is so wholesome. ♥️

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صبر

I’ve always wondered what sabr is. I was never given a proper definition so my concept of it was somewhat distorted; all I understood was that you wait until it’s over. But now, if I were to put it into words, bear with me, this is what I’ve gathered so far: sabr is suppressing that angry voice in your head, the one that wants to yell at people for being inconsiderate to your struggle. Sabr is swallowing this voice, overcoming it, learning to channel it towards a heartfelt du'a instead. Sabr is forgiving someone when they dismiss your feelings. Sabr is meeting those who deserted you, with a smile on your lips, even though your tears are one step away from exposing you. Sabr is staying silent because you’ve already stated your point too many times before. Sabr is conforming to someone’s demand because of their right over you. Sabr is fulfilling the rights of others even when they transgress against yours. Sabr is crying about your heartache in front of Allah and no one else. Sabr is believing wholeheartedly that Allah has beautiful things in store for you. Sabr is crawling forward even when you want to stop. Sabr is an active state of being, it is not a theory to simply be discussed and forgotten. And it is worth it. Every single second of it is so worth it because Allah loves the patient. And it’s worth going through the worst of the worst if it means that it will gain you Allah’s love. A beautiful patience, ya Allah, I ask You for a beautiful patience.

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This is one of the best posts I ever read on tumblr.👌💖

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A must read

[myexhaustedsoul-deactivated2018]

this is honestly so beautiful.

[bucketofsweetness]

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

[anotherher]

The dunya is not like your mother, who you can expect a plate of food from even when she is angry with you. The dunya will let you starve.

- umm_yuszairah

[anotherher]

“In the midst of a busy life, we need a hug without a reason, a flower without an occasion and a genuine letter to make us smile.”

[anotherher]

There are strangers I have seen online, who gives this warm vibe. Their love for the Quran is evident in their speech, which is prolly the reason why I remember them despite them being unknown to me.

May Allah bless all those who reminds me to do good. Aameen.

[anotherher]

When was the last time we ever shed tears for Allah's sake?

Al-Fasawi the worshipper said, “I was with Ibn al-Mubarak raiding on a cold, rainy night. He wept and I said, ‘Are you weeping for the like of this?’ He said, ‘I am weeping for the previous nights which did not have the like of this hardship so that we could be rewarded for them.'”

[anotherher]

A man came to Hasan al-Basri and said: “O Abu Sa'id, I complain to you of the hardness of my heart?"

‎al-Hasan said: “Discipline it with Dhikr."

‎[‎ذم الهوى صفحة ٦٩]

[anotherher]

Let the love of Allah in your heart be the light that guides you through your darkest moments.

-binthurairah