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Chicago | Philosopher | Poet

[cyberxbattalion]

The Sopranos

[muhtesemz]

To the person with long anon message,

Good morning. Glad that you shared. You can text me and discuss if you prefer. Or I can share some words here.

[soucidiary]

There are moments in moist love

when heaven is jealous

of what we

on earth

can do

Hafiz

[salamalaikum]

All of us young and old are doomed to die

No one remains in this world lastingly

This is the way of the lofty sky.

It holds In one hand a crown in the other a noose.

Firdausi

[hadeiadel-blog]

When a Muslim recites the Holy Quran at home, those in heaven see that house just like people see shining stars at night. - Al-Imam Al Sadeq

[harajukumasked]

The longer one is settled in sin, the more hardened the heart becomes. To the point that if one wishes to quit, one is unable. And whoever becomes weary of sinning, should increase in asking for forgiveness for it, until one’s heart softens from its lengthy settling in sin.

‏طول الإقامة على الذنب تقسي القلب، حتى يتمنى الإنسان الإقلاع فلا يستطيع، ومن عجز عن معصية فليكثر من الاستغفار منها حتى لا يقسو قلبه بطول ذنبه

– Shaykh Abdul Aziz al-Tarefe (May Allah free him)

[parabins]

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

[aidashakur]

As you grow old there are some roads you need to take alone. No friends, no family, no partner. Just you & God.

[muhtesemz]

Circus Lane, Edinburgh.

One of most beautiful streets in the UK.

[nadielle]

— Quran, Al-asr.

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Stone”

[muhtesemz]

There’s a documentary - during the siege of Sarajevo, rich people paid to ‘hunt’ humans for pleasure! Unbelievable!

[megairea]

She is your last and true and only love, he thought, and that’s not evil. It is only unfortunate.

Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees, 1950

[werenotreallystrangers]

clarity can feel like grief

[sentimentalbeing2001]

The lily in the valley will wither. The flowers in the forest will decay. But this friendship will last forever, when all other things fade away.

March 4, 1885.

From a beautiful notebook I bought in the flea

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June [originally published 1986]

[zb]

by Christian Young