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It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.
John Joseph Powell (via psych-facts)
You still keep being positive even the thing that makes you hurt is in front of you. But when the thing is not there anymore, you can be yourself. As yourself as can be. Let it go, let it flow
g.n
Thank God for Broke Me
The glimpse of light through the night street. I still remember the journey that i have been through. Alone.
I pray to God when my heart was getting harden each day and whisper, “Please soften my heart please soften my heart” Pleading without crying.
Then He gave me the journey. I finally be broken again. All the past stories became one.
I shattered. Broken. As crying was an easy task to do.
He gave me light like the gold fill up the brokenness. His art to fill and heal the broken. Like Kintsugi.
Nodus Tollen. As i came back to all the past stories behind. To rebuild again the old and new me, combined into one. It does not make any sense but at the same time it does.
But what i know. Love is about selflessness. Love is about to give. Not possession. But i do not know, as a woman how does it feels like. To feel in that way. I only know how to give. I do not know how to get.
But when i asked Allah, “Am i beautiful?” then i could feel peace and calm. The breeze came suddenly around my face as He said “Yes”.
And i smiled.
Because i know what it feels like to being loved by the King of kings as a woman.
P.s. Do you know how the breeze feels? As you put cool mask after facial. That soothing feels :)
the light is more appealing. the light is easier to fall for. show me your flaws, show me your darkness. show me your pain.
r.h. Sin (via rhsin)
Reminder for myself: My tears is only worth for the sake of humanity, not for my own kind of soap opera.
Hey, Girl Open Your Heart!
William Goldman writes, “Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
That’s really reflects and affects me a lot. But being guarded does not mean to be not open. My heart is open to be kind, caring, and generous to all. Lending hand and help others as much as i can.
“But, that real access to your heart (not ownership, as ownership only belongs to God) should only be saved for the truly deserving. Real access to your heart should only be saved for the special ones who have *earned* that access”
I also struggling to make the walls stronger. Because my walls are weak toward kindness, sincerity, flaws, and shortcomings. Come to think of it. My walls are not strong. Why bother to say to open it?
As Hafiz writes in his powerful poem, “There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain. Others are far too deep for that…Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger. Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife then weave them into a blanket to protect you.”
I always struggling to meet this kind of person, “… who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife then weave them into a blanket to protect you” except my family.
I am now in the position to ready to cut pieces of my soul off with a knife, again. As my role to give the light. But i hope (again) in the nick of time i will meet the brave one. Yes, to make a blanket for me might be really hurts. So bad. But, yes. I always wonder someday, i am not the only one who dare to cut pieces of my soul but there is someone also. We both dare to cut with a knife then make warmer blanket to protect each other and build bigger blanket to our children. Under the shade and bless of Allah.
Jiwa akan selalu merindu Kepada pemiliknya Jiwa diarahkan pada kesalahan Dijatuhkan rintangan dan hukuman Untuk mengingatkan fisik dan akal Jiwa ingin bertemu Yang Maha Suci Jiwa ingin disucikan Jiwa akan selalu merindu Ke tempat dia pulang Jiwa diarahkan pada kehampaan Kehidupan Kematian Jiwa akan selalu rindu Kepada pemiliknya
Walls
She built her walls so high Even she prays to God to protect All walls that she has built But, these walls are weak Toward kind and sincere human being But, these walls are weak Toward flaws and weaknesses There is nothing wrong But, the garden do not want to have Irresponsible flower picker again But, the one who appreciates And caressing the beauty To not lose it tranquility She prays to grow all thorns To protect herself Even it hurts her But much better than Have nothing at all
Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice; let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.
Follow for more quotes about moving on and letting go (via thelovewhisperer)
He who writes in ink is never like he who writes in the blood of his heart, and the silence occasioned by boredom is never like the silence brought on by pain.
Khalil Gibran (via thelittlephilosopher)
Do not be people without minds of your own, saying that if others treat you well you will treat them well and that if they do wrong you will do wrong. But (instead) accustom yourselves to do good if people do good and not to do wrong if they do evil.
Prophet Muhammad (may the blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) as reported in Al-Tirmidhi, Hadith (via thelittlephilosopher)
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Rumi (via icreatewhatibelieve)
Your professor will not be happy with you if he says the Stanford Prison Experiment shows human nature and you say it shows the nature of white middle class college-aged boys.
Like he will not be happy at all.
For real though. That experiment. Scary shit.
This reminds me of a discussion that I read once which said Lord of the Flies would have turned out a hell of a lot differently if it was a private school of young girls (who are expected to be responsible and selfless instead), or a public school where the children weren’t all from an inherently entitled, emotionally stunted social class (studies have shown that people in lower socioeconomic classes show more compassion for others). Or that the same premise with children raised in a different culture than the toxic and opressive British Empire and it’s emphasis on social hierarchy and personal wealth and status. And that what we perceive as the unchangable truth deep inside humanity because of things like Lord of the Flies and the Stanford Prison Experiment, is just the base truths about what happens when you remove any accountabilty controlling one social group with an overwhelming sense of entitlement and an inability to feel compassion.
I will always reblog this.
I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS POST AGAIN.
You probably shouldn’t be speaking in place of a Muslim woman, for Muslim women, if you aren’t a Muslim woman. You know, because… you kind of have no idea what we’re going through. And you can’t express it in your own voice.
