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@pseudonocturnal
There’s no way I dont cry anymore. All the thoughts about him, they are just came flooding my head before I get to sleep. And it hurts really. How do I wish, i could just stay a little bit stronger and hold this in. But I cant, and I know I am not anywhere near healing.
I hope someday or in some other life we’ll make it right and the feelings will be mutual.
thoughtsincosmos (via wnq-writers)
Kdg2 lupa. Pedih sendiri. Tq igtkn
I really wanted someone who can hug me and say this That it's okay to feel the pain. That you're okay to worry about it. Yes, my blood was send for cancer screening and this waiting period, it's heartbreaking.
Lets get back to Islam, before the sun goes down, We never know when we’ll be under the mound.“I’ll pray when I get older,” That’s what they say,
But we might not have even one more day! Lets get back to Islam, before its too late,
“Aw man, can’t I just delay it for another date? “Times running out, our lives are almost done, "But brother, I’m too busy having fun ."Lets get back to Islam, Jahannam ain’t funny,
"Come on man, I’m to busy making money!” The Quran sits on our shelves and there it picks up dust, The longer we stay away from it, the more our hearts pick up rust. Lets get back to Islam, before our lives our gone, “Not right now, I’m too busy, can’t you see I have the TV on! "There’s no time to waste, lets start it now,
come on, for Allah can’t you even bow? Lets get back to Islam, this ain’t just a song, "But brother, a few minutes in prayer, that’s too long!” “I’ll go on hajj when I’m around fifty-five,”
Come on man, by then will you even be alive?Lets get back to Islam, lets not waist another day,
“Aw Masood, leave me alone, I just wanna play."Lets turn back to Allah before we turn to dust, There’s no delaying, bro this is a must! Lets get back to Islam, for real, not just with our lips,
Oh Allah make us sincere, so we don’t feel Jahannam’s whips."I think I’ll get pious when my hair turns gray.”
Come on man, don’t wait, we may die any day.Lets get back to Islam, this ain’t just another rap,
Its a race to Jannah, and Islam’s the only map.
By Masood - www.missionislam.com
- www.lionofAllah.com
Sometimes we just wonder “why”?
At that very moment we should remember that Allah knows what He’s doing, we just gotta have faith and know He’s in control.
“Just because you’ve lost hope with yourselves, doesn’t mean that Allah has lost hope in you.”
People don’t appreciate you. So, you walk away.
Thinking everything would be fine, but then, they blame you. For what? For standing up for yourself.
I’m sick of being the only one who gives the most. I’m tired, so I walk away. Tell me, am I the wrong one? You would hate it too if you were in my place. If I treated you like an option.
It’s funny when you did bad things to me never once did I complain. And when I gave up on you, you keep saying I hurt you, making me the bad guy. Ha. Don’t make me laugh.
I have people who care for me as well, genuinely. It’s only right if I go to them and not you. Oh yes, memory. We have memories together. They definitely mean something to me. Who knows. And for sure, they don’t mean nothing.
I am really not the type to make enemies. May Allah guide us.
Nobody tells you how much mental illness fucks with your perception of time. How you can’t place memories right. How you can’t distinguish if something happened a month ago or a year ago. How you lose entire chunks. Weeks, months of memories just get brushed away somewhere. What you do remember just ebbs and flows together. You’re never really in the moment so you can’t ever really hang onto it.
being in someone's prayers is the purest form of real love
