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The Quiet Struggle Is Heard
Not everything needs to be said. Some pain is a conversation between you and Allah alone. Thatās sabr. Itās heard, even when no one else hears it.
Sufyan ath-Thawri Ų±ŲŁ Ł Ų§ŁŁŁ said,
"Three qualities are from patience:
1. Not speaking about your sins,
ā2. Nor about your pain,
ā3. Nor about your righteousness."
ā[Hilyat al-Awliyaā, 9397]
The Power of Memories šļø
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. š The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If youāre reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. š
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters š
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayāmy home, my safety, and the people
REMINDER FOR GIRLS:Your first priority shouldn't be your face and body to please others. Your priority should be your deen and Allah.
Remember, your worth is not determined by how many men are attracted to you. Glorify and preserve your character. Don't be emotionally dependent on anyone except Allah swt. You don't need anyone to tell you your worth. Allah swt has blessed you immensely. You are the queen of Islam and that is the most worthy thing you are ever blessed with.
When a girl is born she becomes a reason for her father to enter Jannah. When she grows up and marries a man, she completes half of his religion. When she becomes a mother, paradise lies under her feet. She is the rahma (blessing) of the house.
Allah has gifted you with a precious heart. It is not ordinary. It's in its nature to nurture, show care and love. But don't let others take disadvantage of it.
Learn to value it.
Preserve it.š»
"Growing Around Grief"
Lois Tonkin, 1996
This is the most important thing Iāve learned about grieving. It never goes away. Time doesnāt make it smaller. Time, if you do the work, makes you bigger. Self expansion is key. Self expansion through creativity and passion and communication. My grief used to be all of me. Now it is a part of me. An important part, but just a part. I love this visualization so much.
when your heart hurts
pray
go into sujood on your prayer mat and pour your heart out. He is always listening and there is nothing more comforting and relieving than venting everything out to Allah SWT.
understand that it is okay to cry.
read Surah Yusuf/Surah Maryam/Surah Duha. the lesson to take from these are so comforting and a reminder to have sabr as it will always be okay in the end in ways you can't possibly imagine. because He will make it okay.
breathe in, close your eyes and say 'Oh Allah, I trust that only you can take this pain away from my heart' and breathe out.
having sabr and tawakkul does not mean you won't have bad days where it hurts but it is trying your best to continue and leaving the outcome to Allah SWT. it is trusting that He will bring the ease. because He will.
Maturity is when you get older you realize that your parents raised you strictly as a child because they knew how sick this world is...
With your fav one's š„°
i am not allowed to question people for doing nothing about a genocide but they're allowed to question me as to WHY i am standing against a genocide
Prepare to be alone for the rest of your worldly life, but rely on Allah for everything. And understand that you arenāt truly alone, no matter how difficult life becomesā.
Sometimes we fall into despair and right into the trap of thinking "why is Allah letting the Muslims suffer? If He wanted, He could have stopped all of this from happening." And you're right- He could have stopped the Hands of Israel from bombing the homes of innocent people and killing them by the thousands. He could have stopped the Kuffar from depriving the people of Palestine of their basic human needs like food & water. And He could have stopped the physical, mental, and emotional pain that envelopes every corner of Gazaābut He didn't. Just like He didn't stop the hands that were lighting a fire for Ibrahim (as). And He didn't stop the hands that threw Yusuf (as) in the well and then into prison. And He didn't stop the hands of the Firoun from oppressing Musa (as) and His people. And He didn't stop the hands that were gathering rocks to throw at Muhammad ļ·ŗ at Taif. All out of His Divine wisdom.
To remind us over and over again that this life is a test of our faith in Him.ā¤ļøāš©¹
Stop worrying about Gaza ... They are heaven ppl ...start worrying about your iman