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Jana Brike (Latvian, b. 1980)
The Crying Woman, 2023
Oil on canvas
Chefchaouen, Morocco.
Some people use goodness because it makes them look good. But the deepest goodness is fraught with indecision, aging the skin with angst. It is only in their eyes you see a warm certainty. A look so foreign yet so much like home.
Salmān Al-Farisi (raḍiy Allāhu ʿanhu) in a few concise yet powerful words, says:
“Every person has an inner hidden affair and an outer public affair.
Whoever rectifies their inner affairs, Allāh will rectify their outer affairs.
And whosoever corrupts their inner affairs, Allāh will corrupt their out affairs.”
“It was never about conquering the entire galaxy. It was about pointing at a handful of stars and learning them inside out.”
— Noor Shirazie, Start small.
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“Who were you before the world took everything out of you? Did you laugh with conviction? Did you stand with pride? Were your nights as effortless as the love you freely gave out? Tell me when it all changed for you, when you saw the stormclouds approaching. Show me how to retrieve your sunlight.”
— Noor Shirazie, The Weight of Chaos
“Guard your softness. Prevent them from stripping you of your petals.”
— Noor Shirazie