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“Excuse this blot but a bee scared me just then.”
An amazing explanation for smudged ink I came across in an October 1, 1897 letter from Rachel (a teenage girl in finishing school in Philadelphia) to her cousin Jack at Yale.
A man entered on a shaykh that was teaching his students Sahih Bukhari,
So the man said: "People in the west have already reached the moon, and all you are doing here is explaining Bukhari."
The shaykh responded:
"What is so astonishing about it?
Creation reached creation!
We are here trying to reach The Creator!
But do you know that you are the only loser among us?
You neither went and reached the moon with them
Nor sat down with us and learned Bukhari."
دخل رجل على شيخ فوجده يشرح لطلابه صحيح البخاري ..
قال الرجل:
"الناس في الغرب وصلوا القمر وأنت تشرح البخاري!"
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قال الشيخ:
وما العجب في هذا؟
مخلوق وصل إلى مخلوق!
ونحن نريد نصل إلى الخالق!
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لكن أتعلم أنك المفلس الوحيد بيننا؟
فلا أنت وصلت القمر معهم ،
ولا قرأت البخاري معنا !!
“I see you, even when you hide from the rest of the world. I hear you, even when you’re silent.”
— Deborah Harkness, The Book of Life
please keep Afghanistan in your duas. may Allaah destroy the Taliban and the khawarij extremists everywhere ameen. they have no legitimacy or claim to Afghanistan. theyre killing Muslims and destroying the country that Afghans have been trying to rebuild for so many years now. may Allaah protect Afghans and grant them success over their oppressors ameen
Pray for Afghanistan and it’s people!
“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.”
— Dalai Lama (via thoughtkick)
How he tells me he loves me.
Very rarely does he tell me he loves me. But that’s okay because actions speak louder than words. When I was sick and vomiting every 5 minutes, bed ridden with no energy. He stayed by my side the entire time. And held me and walked me wherever I went. And fed me. And made sure I took all of my medicines on time.
Or when I stare at myself in the mirror with a frown, as if reading my mind, he smiles and tells me I look beautiful in hijab and that I am not me without it.
How one day I was in a rush and in the midst of all the chaos I mention how I wished that I thought to iron my clothes earlier in the day. I look down at my wrinkly clothes and throw them onto the bed, getting ready to step into the shower. When I come out of the shower, I see him humming to himself while he irons my clothes. Or how whenever I am craving something he goes out of his way to make sure that I have it. Like, I mentioned I like green apples instead of red (red apples are his favorite) so he replaces all the red apples in the house with green apples. Or how I mention I am craving I want sushi so he searches day and night till he found a sushi spot. And there was that one time we went shopping and I kept staring at this one top but I didn’t have my wallet with me so I decided I’d get it another day. But then I see that he already purchased it and a headscarf to match it. Like the day that I was staring at the makeup isle from the corner of my eye but I walked away because I didn’t want to bore him with my obsession with lipstick but he takes my hand and drags me back to the makeup and tells me to go crazy. Or how I told him I wanted him to wear blue the day of our wedding but if he couldn’t find it it was okay. But he was so persistent and spent 4 days of nonstop shopping (he hates shopping) in order to find a blue sherwani to match my saree. Or how he remembers the details. Like my favorite color is green so he always buys me green gifts. That I like cats so he tells me about random stray cats he sees or points them out whenever we go out. Or that I thought one of his shirts would look better with black jeans so he randomly surprises me a week later by going out and buying black jeans. Or how I tell him sometimes I think I take too many selfies but instead of discouraging me he tells me to send him a selfie whenever I get dressed up to go anywhere hahaha. Or how he always holds the car door open for me and he tucks in my saree to make sure it doesn’t get caught. Or when he learned that I like soft pillows so in the middle of the night he goes out and gets me the softest pillow he can find. Before we got married he told me that he has very little to offer me, that he is a man of little wealth, a simple man. But if he only knew that I value the little things, how much the little things mean to me.
I did something really cute today
this is resurfacing huh
“I sit in front of maps and measure with my fingertips the distance between us. In this space, I tell the ocean to make itself smaller, we argue. I tell it please, I am in love, and it allows me to palm it in my hand and hold it tightly there. I wish the roads away. I grab the forests by the handful and plant them elsewhere, plant them in our backyard ten years from now. Like this, I slowly make the spaces between us smaller until I can walk across them. I take the ground by its edges and pull it until it’s gathered like a rug beneath my feet. I bundle the sky under my arms and don’t mind that the clouds are raining on my feet. I can walk the inches to your door and knock the wood and see you standing there in all your shocked silence. The question of the sky and the ground and the oceans all piled up around me. I can say ‘hello, look, it’s me, I love you, I’ve brought the entire earth for you.’”
— Azra.T “The World’s Gift”
“Gently, dreamily, quitely.”
— John Masefield, from The Collected Poems; “Sorrow of my Death,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Shaykh Abdur-Razzāq al-Badr [رحمه الله] said:
“When a woman adheres to the teachings of Islām, she will live a life full of dignity, integrity, grace and chastity ”
Maw’idha an-Nisā | Page 36
[Ta Ha 20:2~4]
مَآ أَنزَلْنَا عَلَيْكَ ٱلْقُرْءَانَ لِتَشْقَىٰٓ
We have not sent down to you the Qur'an that you be distressed
إِلَّا تَذْكِرَةً لِّمَن يَخْشَىٰ
But only as a reminder for those who fear [ Allah ]
تَنزِيلًا مِّمَّنْ خَلَقَ ٱلْأَرْضَ وَٱلسَّمَٰوَٰتِ ٱلْعُلَى
A revelation from He who created the earth and highest heavens.
Albanian youths in traditional clothes in front of an old mosque in Ulcinj, Montenegro.
Tiny wooden mosque on mount Igman, Bosnia and Herzegovina (x)
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. The more you loved someone, the more you grieve. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. The happiness of love turns to sadness when unspent. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
— As the lights wink out…