Nafisa Mohamed

ig: fisalove

[vonkomagno]

[mobeenhakeem]

Remember that when you sleep tonight, your soul will leave you and return to Allah. If you’re going to live another day, Allah will send your soul back for a short time before it is called back again each night until its final calling.

Knowing that our souls will definitely leave us tonight, we should all fix whatever wrongs we have done. We must mend any broken connections with Allah. We must apologise and try to fix the wrong we have done to other people. Don’t let your soul return to Allah tonight covered in sins and bad deeds. Repent to Allah while you remind yourself that you’re preparing for your soul to return to Allah tonight, because it WILL return to Allah. Whether you live another day or 100 years, your soul will still return to Allah tonight. Let it return to Him in a state that you and Allah are pleased with.

— Mobeen Hakeem

[goadthings]

Homeless mom prepares her daughter for school, India. Photo By Gautam Basu.

[jehovahhthickness]

Some moms are goddesses and deserve the world

[linrenzo]

Look at this

[lovefisa-blog]

Everyone follow me on my new tumblr

fisalove95.tumblr.com

[urbanrealism]

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.

[nizariat]

Don’t love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.

Nizar Qabbani (via nizariat)

Allahu Akbar

(via lukewarmeyes)

[cosmofilius-deactivated20220204]

You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, if you do not listen to the sounds of life, if you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice…

Pablo Neruda (via cosmofilius)

… You start… Dying… Slowly.

(via lukewarmeyes)

[24kblk]

[the-ocean-in-one-drop-deactivat]

City of God (2002)

[hornafrican]

Somalia, 1930s. These Somali Mogadishu kids were probably dressed up in various local garments for the enjoyment of the Italian imperialists. 

[sempiternalpanda]

[thedreamandhopeoftheslave]

My continent 🌍🌍

[ohh-yaassss-deactivated20180103]

There ain’t no other place more pristine than the motherland. 

[nyaa]

[fomysquad]

[cynema]

[badbitchgettin]

[blossomfully]

I hope one day someone looks at you like they’ve been waiting a long time to feel as happy as they do now. I hope they tell you cute things like how they found this cosy Italian restaurant around the corner and kiss your nose before spinning you around in the street. I hope when you ask them to go for a walk in the middle of the night they don’t complain that it’s too cold and even though you can see the condensation of your breath in the midnight air I hope you feel warm. I hope old ladies smile knowingly when you walk by, hand in hand, along the pavement and I hope you are smiling too. When he whispers how much he loves you I hope you feel your heart beating so fast you’re scared you’ll never recover. I hope he stays and makes you feel important, like he wants every part of this and isn’t afraid to admit it. I hope he finds words that touch you where his fingers cannot and knows how to pull your hair when you’re feeling electric but hold your soul when you’re fragile like glass. And I hope you find someone who asks before they kiss you, not because they need permission but because they want to see your knees buckle and your lips part ways. I hope their hands feel right around your waist when you reply ‘yes’ and again ‘yes’, until you’re falling apart in his arms whispering ‘yes, yes, yes’ and I hope you never need to ask if he’s the one because the answer will be staring you in the face.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #71 “I’m scared I’ll never feel love like the kind you write about” (via lactique)

[notoriouslye]

you ever meet someone and you think to yourself “man I wanna annoy this cutie for the rest of my life”

[persephonesecretlair]

i’m definitely the girlfriend that rubs your back under your shirt in public just because i miss the feel of your skin