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“Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har takdeer se pehle, Khuda banday se khud pooche bata teri raza kya hai.”
—
Allama Iqbal
Endow your will with such power that on every turn of fate it so be, that God himself asks of his slave what is it that you desire.
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50 Contributions of Musharraf for Pakistan
People tend to use these two words interchangeably although they do not have the same meaning.
I’ve been brought up to love my work and not men. I’m not a woman, I’m an actress. It’s when you’re insecure that you look for a male to come to your rescue. But because of what I am today, I could go to the rescue of millions of men in this country. -(The Times of India May 2, 1986)
Sridevi Forever (August 13, 1963 - February 25, 2018)
Do you see a space of the span of a hand on my leg which is not covered by some scar of the wound of a sword or an arrow or a lance? Do you not see? I have sought martyrdom in a hundred battles. Why could I have not died in battle? I die even as a camel dies. I die in bed, in shame. The eyes of cowards do not close even in sleep.
Khalid ibn al-Waleed (May Allah be pleased with him) in the days and moments leading up to his death (via thotistan)
مغفرت
"Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest."
-Surah Ra'd: 28(Quran)
The older I get the more I come to understand the silent, sad, and sometimes haunting stares of our elders. They may gaze off into the distance or sit among a crowd of people and not talk much, but not because they have nothing to say, but that they don’t know where to begin. Life is difficult as much as it is a beautiful gift. We accumulate so many experiences and memories as we age that it sometimes becomes more challenging to engage with others and open up. We base new relationships on past experiences and instead of feeling intrigued, we feel overwhelmed. Where should we start? There are so many lessons we’ve learned, so many mistakes we regret, so many choices we wish we had made differently, and so much context to our every thought that it becomes difficult to explain ourselves. So, we learn to slowly retreat into the library of our minds and take comfort in the familiar, exploring the countless catalogues of memories (good and bad) we’ve collected over the years and just enjoying the silence. Although I still love regularly meeting new people, hearing their stories and sharing some of my own, I am increasingly enjoying listening more; to others as well as my own inner voice.
Hosai Mojaddidi (via besabati)
I like being alone. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude.
Higher Perspective. (via shikuzo)
You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.
Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy (via books-n-quotes)
Pakistan’s national anthem in a completely different form, experience the beautiful Pakistan in one minute which surely will make your heart tickle and send chills down your spine.
Note to self:
work fucking harder. suffer in silence and let your success do the talking
that sinking feeling inside your chest when shit doesn’t feel right
Photographs from villages on Mountain Bjelašnica in Bosnia and Herzegovina in the 1970′s Part II
Muslim inhabitants of these villages lived an isolated way of life away from modernization, surviving off agriculture and wearing traditional clothes that they produced by hand. Medieval tombstones called stećci found in this area suggest that these landscapes have been inhabited for centuries. Most of the villages were pillaged and burnt down when the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina started in 1992, and it’s inhabitants fled in fear for their lives. Today they are scarcely populated and some are completely abandoned.
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