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psych2go

Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.

-Richelle E. Goodrich (via psych-facts)

Dearborn, MI

Ann Arbor, MI.

Detroit, MI

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abdulhaqq-faaris-blog

The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “The most beloved people to Allah are those who are most beneficial to the people. The most beloved deed to Allah is to make a Muslim happy, or to remove one of his troubles, or to forgive his debt, or to feed his hunger. That I walk with a brother regarding a need is more beloved to me than that I seclude myself in this mosque in Medina for a month. Whoever swallows his anger, then Allah will conceal his faults. Whoever suppresses his rage, even though he could fulfill his anger if he wished, then Allah will secure his heart on the Day of Resurrection. Whoever walks with his brother regarding a need until he secures it for him, then Allah the Exalted will make his footing firm across the bridge on the day when the footings are shaken.”

[(al-Muʻjam al-Awsaṭ 6192) (Narrator: Ibn Umar (رضي الله عنه)] (via abdulhaqq-faaris)

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Say, “O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful.” - Surah Az Zumar, Verse 53

dionnesims

I think the thing about missing someone is that it’s not constant. You can go without thinking about them for days, weeks, months, years. Then all it takes is a familiar smell, or picking up one of their shirts from a clean basket of laundry, or reading just the right sentence in a book you only recently started. Missing someone can hit you so suddenly that you’re left reeling and disoriented, as if you’ve been abandoned, except when you look around, you’re in a place you’ve been many times before. It can hurt, right in the center of your stomach like you’ve swallowed your weight in regret. Or it can be as small as a buzz right by your ear that you take only a second to acknowledge before you swat it away. What I know is that missing someone is humbling; it causes you to admit that you are not a solitary force in this world. When I say, “I miss you,” I’m saying that I’ve discovered a moment in my life where your absence was evident. I’m admitting that I can’t do certain things without thinking about you, and who you are, and the memories we have. And while I’m made to believe I should apologize for that…I won’t. I miss you. It’s that simple.

“miss -vb 6.(tr) to discover or regret the loss or absence of.” // dionne sims (via yaburnee)

dionnesims

the problem with first loves is how vibrantly they stay in your mind. you remember them as gardens that bloomed so quickly you barely recall planting anything. a gorgeous space filled with exotic blooms you’d never seen before. their scent intoxicating you long after you’ve walked away. and walk away you did. unfamiliar with what it takes to manage a garden of that size and magnitude, you had no idea what to do when parts of it began to die as quickly as it had grown. it’s hard to imagine your first love withering. in fact, it hurts to imagine. so you romanticize it. if you think hard enough, you can still smell the perfume. now every time you get close to someone, you look at the tiny sprouts of new love and become impatient. why aren’t these growing faster?you had a garden. or perhaps it was a forest? a jungle? whatever it was, it had been beautiful and fresh and exciting. shouldn’t every love you have be as such? it would be better to walk away before too many plants begin to grow and it becomes difficult to leave behind. so walk away you did. desperate to recreate your shiny memory of first love. unable to see the beauty, the excitement in watching tiny sprouts grow, with the anticipation of them becoming a magnificent wall of sunflowers.

“gardening” // dionne sims (via dionnesims)