[thepersonalquotes]

[thepersonalquotes]

““When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.” - Unkown”

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[thepersonalquotes]

““I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot”

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[julaibib]

[vanish]

[uosu]

[diaryofaniqaabi-deactivated2019]

حب

Do you really love me? Then awake me from my slumber and tell me: hold my hand and let us pray together; place in my hand a Qur'an and let us read together. Remind me of our purpose and why we are here; talk to me about Jannah for hours on end. Advise me on what I should and shouldn’t do; tell me what is Halal and what is Haram. Wipe my tears and remind me that this Dunya is as temporary as the pain I feel now; comfort my old soul when I feel I can’t take it no more and tell me: nothing lasts forever. Tell me about Allah and His love for us; tell me stories of His Prophets and how we should aim to be like them. Mention my name always even if it’s at the very end of your du'as; think about our lives in Jannah and remind me of it also. Tell me: after patience, beautiful things await for us; help me to have Sunnah in my heart, Allah on my mind, Qur'an on my tongue and tears flowing from my eyes. If you really love me, take hold of my hand and take me to Jannah with you.

[livelymelody]

“Dear Ramadan, This year more than any other, I approach you with humility. I do not come with a mile long to-do-list, with a set of goals, gorgeous journals or lanterns and arts an crafts. I come to you as a heavy-hearted slave, empty-handed, barefoot and broken. I am in need of Allah’s generosity in this month. I am in need of Allah’s mercy this month. I am in need of Allah’s forgiveness this month. Without it, I am lost, lost and alone.”

— Na’ima B Robert (via aphrodite-xo)

[nycbambi]

[streetstyleplatform]

[livelymelody]

Art Journaling No.3

The House Inside Her My mother once told me, that it was the way of the world for girls to grow into women by locking secrets inside themselves. Till now, I still imagine every woman I have ever met, to be a big, beautiful house. Full of secret rooms, and hidding places, once filled with innocent laughter and joy . Now slightly sad and broken because of all those lost places inside them full of secrets. -Nikita Grill

[kemikkadin]

Günler boynuma dolanıyor, beni boğmak için mi yoksa bana sarılıp destek vermek için mi emin değilim.

[bdenizdeveli]

[1010ll]

[r1verdaughter]

Annunciation in Nabokov and Starr Mary Szybist

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[islam-reflections]

“In the end, it won’t be how you walked in the sun–but how you handled the storm–that will define you. It will be how you managed the darkness inside and outside yourself. It won’t be about how you ran. It’ll be about how you fell, and then got back up.”

— Yasmin Mogahed