All posts are reminders to myself first & foremost. الله عالم
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All posts are reminders to myself first & foremost. الله عالم
Folio from a Manuscript of the Qur'an. Iran, Shiraz, 1550-1575. Ink, colors and gold on paper.
““Know that a man floating on a piece of wood in the sea is not in more need of God and His kindness than a person in his home, sitting between his family and property. When this meaning becomes ingrained in your heart, then rely on God like a drowning man who knows not any other means to salvation but God.””
— Ibn Qudamah
كيف يمكنك أن تكون مشغولًا عن الذي خلقَ الوقت؟
How can you be too busy for the One who created time??
Finally back in Tumblr after 3 years of living in Turkey where the app is banned! Going through my old posts is such a nostalgic feeling, like meeting an old friend.
Islam has brought me to places beyond my wildest dreams and let people into my life who I couldn’t have even imagined.
Being a Muslim from the hood hits different.
There are many ways that our attachment to the deen manifests itself in our physical appearance but even still you can never truly know at first glance just how deep someone’s connection is with Allah swt.
Seek everything by leaving everything.
Manakish wa chai kind of night.
Bazaar in Istanbul 12/14/21
I’m going through this huge wake up call and it’s like I’m stumbling around a little trying to find my way through but at least I’m awake.
I’ve yet to confess this to anyone I know and I may actually never but last night I saw about 10 shooting stars.
By this time in my life, I always assumed I’d be settled. Settled in terms of happiness I guess. But maybe life isn’t about feeling content at any point. I’d like to dream that eventually, maybe when I’m 70, I can sit in my home and be totally at peace. But part of me is starting to realize that life may never be settled; life may be a continuous cycle of reinventing yourself and chasing the next goal.
I’m Arab enough that my 15 year old brother is in charge of me when we’re out just us two (I’m in my mid20s) but not Arab enough for my parents to clothe, feed, and house me as an adult or take me on elaborate all expenses paid trips to Dubai.
I’m scared to lose myself again.
I keep my blessings and tests so private that when I finally post about any change in my life people be like, “omg so random” No, dear. It’s you. You’re random!