Troubled waters make for a hard sail.
Be still.
trying on a metaphor

pixel skylines
RMH
Show & Tell

⁂
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

No title available

Love Begins

tannertan36
Misplaced Lens Cap
tumblr dot com
Keni
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
🪼
NASA
cherry valley forever
No title available
No title available
Sweet Seals For You, Always
almost home

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from Sweden

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@ibnabdulfattah
Troubled waters make for a hard sail.
Be still.
Nizar Qabbani once wrote There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile anymore when they're mentioned.
Just like Ahmad Faraz said Ab tere zikr pe hum baat badal dete hain, kitni raghbat thi tere naam se pehle pehle
this attitude came from pain, I wasn’t always like this
I end things, before they end me.
One more time, please.
It’s funny...yet it isn’t. It felt something like the groaning of an anvil about to make it’s last turn. A tyrant unwilling to let go of power. The pain of separation.
The prayers lasted longer. The mosques welcomed more people. We all chorused the songs. The pain of separation.
It’s funny...yet it isn’t. But I smiled & i was sincerely happy because i knew we were in blessings. Everybody felt the pain but I felt the rain. The joy of joining. The warmth of creation. A Phoenix is born.
I don’t know whatever I said on here that caught the eye of bot accounts. I’m in severe pains.
I told my Lord to take away my heart & leave me with my mind so I’ll always be on guard.
He replied; you hold on to your heart & I’ll be your guard.
Nary a worry since.
I don’t know, man but when you find that sweetness of faith, you realize everything you ever lacked was waiting to be found inside of you.
“Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me.”
— Imam Al Ghazali
Life is simple, people aren’t.
“i like your playlist” >>>>>>>>
Daily Hadith
Bismillah Walhamdulillah Was Salaatu Was Salaam ‘ala Rasulillah
Narrated Anas (Radi-Allahu ‘anhu):
We were with the Prophet (Sallallahu 'Alaihi Wa Sallam) (on a journey) and the only shade one could have was the shade made by one’s own garment. Those who fasted did not do any work and those who did not fast served the camels and brought the water on them and treated the sick and (wounded). So, the Prophet (Sallallahu 'Alaihi Wa Sallam) said, “Today, those who were not fasting took (all) the reward.”
Bukhari Vol. 4 : No. 140
““I have always loved too much, or not enough.” - Dorianne Laux”
—
I want HER.
You really do glow differently, when you're in love with your deen.
you only ever love people in a tidal wave, irresponsibly, a rush of passion. you want to believe in the inevitable real romance. the one. oh, you've done the reading and know how unlikely it all is.
but you wake up with that sad little heart of yours, that pathetic hope. over and over. it bleats from your chest, little lamb you trot out again. this time it will be spring. this time, with your hands over your head - you'll no longer be surrendering. this time, when you love, it will come back to you, beautiful and whole.
what a horrible curse. you have no idea how to make love into spare parts. it arrives inside of you, fully formed and hungry. you cannot nibble, have no self-control. you know better. you keep being offered up like a slaughter. dragged by your throat.
but how can you help it? in this great world, isn't it so pretty. maybe some people were meant for this. to keep getting up while their wounds are still bleeding.
this time! this time when you pull your hands into their hair, they will not strike to the bone. this time, when you sigh their name, they will not bury you in silence, reduce you to stone. this time. this time. this time. they'll love you back equally.
and you won't be so horribly alone.
Inkskinned has been spying on me my whole life I’m sure if it.
Variations on a Theme by Elizabeth Bishop, by John Murillo
Well well well... I feel seen.