متوحدة

[bleedingmusk]

If all women with a bit of modesty would know about the fitrah of men and what is going on inside their minds, they would not show infront of them a bit of skin, or even raise their voices infront of (non-mahram) men. Women are and always will be the greatest fitnah for men.

[tariktalks]

اللَّهُمّ اهدِ قَلبِي، وأَصلِح حالِي، وأعِنِّي عَلى نَفسِي.

[kashmirkikali]

O God, guide my heart, improve my condition, and help me against myself.

[kashmirkikali]

☝🏻✨️

[blessedexpressions]

As one of the salaf said:

‎[السفاريني، غذاء الألباب في شرح منظومة الآداب ٢/٣٥٩]

[aysufs]

Fudayl Ibn 'Iyadh (رحمه الله) said:

"By Allah, if you lose hope in people to the point where you don't want anything from them,

Allah will give you everything you want."

Jami' al-'Ulum wal-Hikam (462)

[abu-ibrahim]

“Forgive me when I prostrate while my mind is distracted. Forgive me when I repent and then return to sin, for I have no other refuge than You, O Allah.”

[anxietyproblem]

[veiledpoetess-blog]

The lunar urge to disappear amidst its luminance.

[bleedingmusk]

اللهم ارحمنا إذا برق البصر وخسف القمر وجمع الشمس والقمر، اللهم اجعل خسوف قمرك هذا رحمة لنا ولا تؤاخذنا بذنوبناولا تنزل غضبك علينا واغفر لنا وارحمنا برحمتك يا ارحم الراحمين امين

O Allah, have mercy on us if the sight is flashed and the moon is eclipsed, and the sun and the moon are combined, O Allah, make this eclipse of Yours a mercy for us, and do not punish us for our sins, and do not bring down Your anger upon us, and forgive us and have mercy on us with Your mercy, O Most Merciful of the Merciful Ameen.

[bleedingmusk]

اللهم ارحمنا إذا برق البصر وخسف القمر وجمع الشمس والقمر، اللهم اجعل خسوف قمرك هذا رحمة لنا ولا تؤاخذنا بذنوبناولا تنزل غضبك علينا واغفر لنا وارحمنا برحمتك يا ارحم الراحمين امين

O Allah, have mercy on us if the sight is flashed and the moon is eclipsed, and the sun and the moon are combined, O Allah, make this eclipse of Yours a mercy for us, and do not punish us for our sins, and do not bring down Your anger upon us, and forgive us and have mercy on us with Your mercy, O Most Merciful of the Merciful Ameen.

[bryanwritespoetry-deactivated20]

We Watched It Happen

How dare you call this outrage? 

We’ve watched the unspeakable unfold, 

our screens soaked in blood 

like ink spilled across history. 

Yet you are outraged at what? 

At the volume of the cry? 

At the noise of grief? 

We’ve been watching a genocide

in 4K for over two years— 

Thousands upon thousands of civilians gone, 

half of them children. 

The numbers are ash. 

The names dissolve in headlines. 

The entire population is being starved 

with deliberation, like a siege 

performed for a global audience. 

Even now, soldiers fire 

At people crawling toward sacks of flour, 

At hands reaching for water. 

And I will never unsee what I’ve seen— 

Small bodies lined in rows, 

Their faces blurred not by modesty 

But by the blast. 

A girl with half a smile, 

Still clinging to her doll. 

A boy in a shroud, 

His name scrolling past in silence. 

I’ve watched mothers carry limbs 

That used to be children, 

Heard the breathless wails 

Through my clean, well-lit screen. 

These are not images. 

They are wounds I carry in my chest.

I will never forget Hind Rajab’s voice, 

six years old, 

trapped in a car full of her family’s silence, 

whispering into a phone, 

“Is someone coming to help?” 

She was on the line for hours. 

Then only static.  

Then nothing. 

Amputations without anesthesia. 

Hospitals bombed, 

reduced to rubble and dust. 

Operating rooms, 

buried beneath the weight of steel. 

And the doctors? 

Names— 

scattered like ash in the wind. 

Hundreds of journalists 

shot in the mouth— 

their lenses shattered beside them 

like one last, unblinking eye. 

Entire families erased 

from the civil register. 

From history. 

Whole bloodlines folded like tents. 

Millions displaced. Millions. 

Wrap your head around that, 

if your screen hasn’t numbed it out, 

if your coffee still tastes like coffee. 

And now, 

when the streets fill with cries— 

when people scream 

at the architects of this horror— 

you clutch your pearls. 

You say you’re outraged? 

Where was your outrage 

when we watched children die 

in real time? 

When grain trucks were filled with death, 

each bag of flour a tombstone, 

each kernel, a casket? 

When bread became contraband 

and water, a death sentence? 

Don’t lecture us about tone. 

You don’t get to police 

the volume of grief. 

You say you didn’t know. 

That it’s complicated. 

That both sides… 

As if symmetry could be drawn 

between the drone and the infant, 

between the bulldozer and the cradle. 

But let me ask you— 

who taught you this symmetry? 

Who taught you to ignore the body’s cry? 

Silence is a choice, 

and you chose it. 

Every neutral word 

was another inch of earth 

shoveled over a child. 

Every euphemism—conflict, incursion, strike— 

was a disinfectant poured over blood. 

You scrolled past the body, 

paused only to share 

a poem about empathy, 

then muted the feed. 

Too much sorrow 

for a Monday. 

You call for peace 

but not for justice. 

You beg for calm 

but not for the siege to end. 

You ask for dialogue 

after the microphones have been crushed. 

The silence is not passive. 

It is a cushion, 

a luxury of escape, 

air-conditioned, sealed in plastic— 

a door that clicks shut, 

locked with a key you forged yourself. 

We speak, 

and lose jobs. 

We speak, 

and lose friends. 

We speak, 

and become unpublishable, 

unfundable, 

unheard. 

But we will not forget 

who kept their hands clean 

by turning their faces. 

So, what does it mean— 

that we watched it all, 

in high resolution, 

heard the children scream 

through clean speakers, 

read the names 

as they vanished 

from family trees 

and GPS maps— 

and still, 

the world did nothing? 

What does it mean 

that governments armed the killers, 

pundits blurred the crimes, 

and poets 

were told to stay quiet 

or stay unpublished? 

What does it mean 

that people stood in the streets 

with severed names on cardboard signs, 

and were met not with justice 

but with riot shields? 

It means the atrocities of the past 

were never exceptions— 

only the rules in plain sight. 

We asked how people could sit by, 

say, “We were just following orders.” 

Now we know. 

We are watching it unfold. 

So, the question is no longer “how.” 

It is not how this happens, 

but how we stand here— 

knowing, seeing, 

and still, 

still, 

we remain the same. 

What does it make of us 

to witness the end of children’s futures 

and call it “complicated”? 

What does it make of us 

to close our eyes 

when the world burns?

- Bryan Barfield

[bleedingmusk]

Ya Allaah the way you granted victory to Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم and your Deen on this day (Badr) You aided him and sent ranks of Angels from heaven to aid him making him hopeful to You by rescuing him from the toughest battle and granting victory to Your deen. You're the Lord of Muhammad and You're my Lord there's no one except You, The Invincible, The Most High, The Self Sufficient The Ever Living. I ask You by all of Your beautiful Names which I know which I know not and which You've kept with You in Your knowledge of unseen, facilitate the affairs of Ummah help us to overcome from fear of kuffar and grant us victory in battles against Your Deen and Your people. O Allaah fortify the frontiers of the Muslims through Your might, support their defenders through Your strength, and bring back honorable days of Khilafah where lands were ruled by Your Shariah and none was worshipped but You, increase number of Mujahideen, hone their weapons, guard their territory, defend their midst, unite their throng, arrange their affairs, send them supplies in a steady string, undertake Yourself to suffice them with provisions, support them with victory, help them with patience. O Allaah defeat our enemies, separate them from their weapons, pull out the firm ties from their hearts, turn them astray from their directions, cut off reinforcements from them, chop them down in numbers, fill their hearts with terror, hold back their hands from streching forth, scatter by them the one behind them and through their degradation cut off the hopes of those who come after them. O Allaah make the wombs of their women barren, dry up the lions of their men, and destroy their generation or make them to turn to Your Deen, permit not their sky to rain or their earth to grow, through that strengthen the prowess of Muslims, fortify their lands, increase their properties, give them ease from their fighting to worship You. O Allaah send out the Muslims of every region on raids against the mushrikeen and kuffar who face them, reinforce them with the angles in ranks from You till the mushrikeen and kuffar are routed by them to the end of the land. O Allaah distract the kuffar from reaching for the borders of Muslim lands through the kuffar bar them from cutting them down through being cut down, and hold them back from massing together against Muslimeen. O Allaah empty the hearts of our enemies of security and their bodies of strength, make their limbs too feeble for clashing against muslims, make them too cowardly for contending with mujahideen, send against them an army of Your angels with some of Your severity as You did on the Day of Badr so that through it You would cut off their roots, destroy their thrones and disperse their numbers. O my beloved Allaah the affairs of Islam worries me as a Muslim and alliance of kuffar against Islam grieve me, I have intention to aid Your Deen and people against this war but frailty keep me seated, neediness keeps me waiting, mishap delays me, write my name amongst Your closed worshipers make incumbent for me the reward of the mujahideen and place me amongst the ranks of the martyrs and the righteous. O Allaah with Your help we as an Ummah can drive away any misfortunes towards Your enemy and take Your refuge with You from their mischief. Protect Your people of Tawheed as You kept safe Your pious prophets and close friends among Your creatures from the clutches of the many disobedient Pharaohs and we seek Your shelter from the evil of Your created things through Your mercy O Most Merciful. Verily You are able to do all things and for us You are sufficient, You are the best protector. (Ameen)

[bleedingmusk]

اللَّهُمَّ ارْحَمْنِي بالقُرْءَانِ وَاجْعَلهُ لِي إِمَاماً وَنُوراً وَهُدًى وَرَحْمَةً. اللَّهُمَّ ذَكِّرْنِي مِنْهُ مَانَسِيتُ وَعَلِّمْنِي مِنْهُ مَاجَهِلْتُ وَارْزُقْنِي تِلاَوَتَهُ آنَاءَ اللَّيْلِ وَأَطْرَافَ النَّهَارِ وَاجْعَلْهُ لِي حُجَّةً يَارَبَّ العَالَمِينَ.”

“O Allah, please grant me Your mercy through the Noble Qur’an and let it be my guide, a source of light, guidance, and grace for me. O Allah, help me remember what I have forgotten from the Noble Qur’an and give me an understanding of what I do not know. Allow me to recite it during the night and day, and make it my main source of support in all matters. O Lord of the worlds.”

[bleedingmusk]

اللهم هيِّئ قلوبنا لشهر رمضان، واجعلنا نصومه بقلب مُقبل عليك

Ya Allaah, prepare our hearts for the month of Ramadan, and make us fast it with hearts that turn to You.

[amatullaaaah]

Treat hardships like guests. You have to treat them well whether you like them or not. They don't remain in your home forever, they visit and then leave.

إِنَّ اللهَ مَعَ الصّٰبِرِيْنَ

Verily, Allah is with the patient

[musafiralrooh]

"And rely upon the Exalted in Might, the Merciful."

[writtenduas]

70 days until Ramadan. May Allah allow us all to see it 🤲🏼