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tell me all the things that keep you up at night
Dear God, I am my own enemy, protect me from myself.
We have in Allah a hope that never disappoints.
" خيره " is the only word that makes everything feel better
Albert levy
2020, a summary
“It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.”
— Nagulb Mahfouz
Gianfranco Calligarich, Last Summer in the City
We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur
اللهمّ صلِّ علىٰ مُحمّدٍ، وَعلىٰ آل مُحمّدٍ، كَما صلّيتَ علىٰ إبرَاهِيم، وَعلىٰ آلِ إبراهيم.وَبارِك علىٰ مُحمّدٍ، وَعلىٰ آلِ مُحمّدٍ، كَما بَارَكتَ علىٰ إبرَاهِيمَ، وَعلىٰ آلِ إبراهيمَ، إنّكَ حَميدٌ مَجيدٌ.
My moon belongs to your sun.
Don't shorten your words, I like your details...
We must call each other back to ourselves. Through poetry, through sincerity, through sharing, through attention. Everyday language has the tendency to trivialize our existence and numb us to what is possible.
E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962
“I was interrupted by the silence of the night. The spacious silence interrupts me, leaves my body in a bundle of intense and mute attention. I’m on the lookout for nothing. Silence isn’t the void, it’s the completeness.”
A Breath of Life (Um sopro de vida), Clarice Lispector