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afghan🇦🇫 - seattle - islam enthusiast

[fairydrowning]

"أنا من أولئك، ممن يموتون حين يحبون."

"I'm one of them, those who die when they love."

– Mahmoud Darwish, Via "nizariat" on Tumblr

[mindofserenity]

— Surah al-Ma'un (Small Kindnesses), 107th surah of the Holy Quran

[fairydrowning]

ما هو الحب في رأيك؟

أن تبتسم حين يبدأ احدهُم بالحديث معك، دون أن يخبرك شيءً مميزاً، فقط 'مرحباً.'

What do you think is love?

To smile when someone starts talking to you, without telling you anything special, just 'hello.'

– Mahmoud Darwish

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[thcartierrug]

@raz.x2

[julaibib]

[honeyandelixir]

“زمستانَست و بی‌برگی بیا ای بادِ نوروزم … {it is} Winter and lifelessness Come through my spring breeze~ ‌”

— Sa’di

[muhtesemz]

‏تمادينا بالتفكير ونسينا بأن الأقدار مكتوبة

We went too far in thinking and forgot that destinies are written.

- Mahmoud Darwish

[lilllium]

—Mahmoud Darwish, from In the Presence Of Absence

[jaane-ghazal]

When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."

[remanence-of-love]

[gardenofrumi]

“A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.”

— Rumi, Kulliyat-e Shams 4112

[gardenofrumi]

“Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside.”

— Rumi

[al-firdaus]

فأخلاقك هي جمالك

Indeed, your manners are your beauty

[daechwitas]

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[attanistan]

kabul university

how is it

books read to progress

are now drenched with blood left behind

how is it

their eyes see clearly through tears

while the world is happily blind

how is it

the innocent walk towards a future

only to be a memory of the past

how long till my country knows peace

till civilians sleep with ease

knowing their students

their futures

their pride and joy

will come home

[infpisme]