Bedouin's Land

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[alhamdulillah10]

“Allah will bring you what you love, in the way He loves.”

[bedouin001]

I miss the time my friends used to be on Tumblr

[thepersonalquotes]

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

— George Eliot

[bedouin001]

Time to go be a Bedouin, for reals

[zairawasim]

Grief is the souvenir of love.

[ololygas]

[textid]

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Maybe we need every answer in the world to survive a single question: How long do we have each other?

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[soracities]

Audrey Wollen on Patricia Lockwood's No One is Talking About This for Bookforum

[fiayyy]

Somewhere

[bedouin001]

People who naturally have a knack for taking the most breathtaking pictures>>>>>

[bedouin001]

Summer is kind to my nostrils

I hate summer, with utmost passion. Summer in my city is not your usual romanticized singing of the cicada-esque experience where the thin breathable fabric on your body gently oscillates in the soothing sea breeze as you nimble on freshly shaved ice. Summers here come with a declaration of war, an epidemic of fatigue, blisters heat waves and ORS shopping. There is, however, a soft spot in this city's summer towards its inhabitants, you can see it in action after 11pm, from the peel-your-skin-off gusts to lull whispers of air passing by, such is the contrast in treatment at this hour of night. There is a strange aroma that fills up the space around, maybe it comes from the transpirating rocks cooling down at the riverbank nearby, maybe its a pressure difference bringing in the air from lands I have no clue of or maybe its the prayers of those troubled at day answered for them to be at peace as they slumber. Whichever it is, it is gentle with a discrete presence. At an instant you sense it and at the other your nose is left searching; maybe it is more playful than it is gentle, whichever it is, it is kind; as opposed to the nostril numbing gales that one has to endure in winters, this fluff like aroma, these summer nights are kind on these ever so fragile nostrils.

[hpxip]

the world needs more handwritten letters confessing love

[roseofjericho]

Khalid Ib al-Waleed mosque in Homs, Syria c. 1930

[asthmas]

Javier Arce, 豆梨

[dastur-e-ishq]

جہانِ حُسن میں بس دو ہی واضح حوالے ہیں کہ ایک تو، دوسرا آواز تیری۔

Jahaan-e-husn mein bus dau hee wazeh hawaalay hain kay ek tu, dusra awaaz teri.

There are only two references in the world of beauty, first you, then your voice.

[williambroadhurst]

William Broadhurst

[arabellesicardi]

beauty/beauty by rebecca perry 

[gayvampyr]

[tulipsofthemorning]

[apokrify]

THIS DRAWING WAS MADE 700 YEARS AGO BY A 7-YEARS-OLD BOY NAMED ONFIM WHO LIVED IN NOVOGROD.

[oarfjsh]

[zvaigzdelasas]

more of onfime’s drawings:

[whatremainzunsaid-deactivated20]

you're in my prayers even when i feel physically & mentally too tired to speak. i still find myself managing to say a prayer here and there...like when sometimes I'm half asleep, & when i hear the fajr adhan and I don't have to pray, or when it rains, or amidst tears, times like when I'm so overwhelmed and all that comes out of my mouth is a deep sigh. I can't do anything except praying and writing about you. I have kept you safe within myself... now how else do I say you're in my heart?

[bedouin001]

Best thing I've read in a long while