pov : your grief is beloved to you.
"mere gham bohot azeez hain mujhe,
maine inke inaam mein imaan paya hai"
my sorrows are very dear to me, i have found faith in their reward.
~ me
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pov : your grief is beloved to you.
"mere gham bohot azeez hain mujhe,
maine inke inaam mein imaan paya hai"
my sorrows are very dear to me, i have found faith in their reward.
~ me
Cannot explain how badly I’m missing Ramadan. As if the breeze of Ramadan itself was the medicine to my soul, as if the feeling that ‘it’s Ramadan’ was giving me immense peace. As if Ramadan was all I needed.
To me Ramadan feels like after a long tiring day you lay your head down in your mother’s lap, like the whole year the soul gets tired and weak of the situations, the hardships, the sins, the dunya, the heartbreaks and then one month comes and makes it all feel lighter just by coming!
i can write & write & write about how I’m missing Ramadan, will keep missing and posting about Ramadan till it comes again!
~ me
this longing, this yearning to meet my creator hurts.
the most painful separation I have or I will ever experience.
phir yunh hua kay ek dusray ko taktay rahain yunhi // wo andaaz e bayaan say qaasir, mein lafz e ibtida say aajiz
— Then it so happened, we remained lost in each other’s gaze; they were restrained in expression, and I, unable to speak
love this time of night when you don’t have to pretend or act.
i love being alone sbsbhshshshahahjajajsj
maut kā ek din muayyan hai niind kyuuñ raat bhar nahīñ aatī
eid. eid. eid.
Us se milna to use Eid mubarak kehna
Yeh bhi kehna ke meri Eid mubarak kar de
Tujh ko meri na mujhe teri khabar jaayegi
Eid ab ke bhi dabe paon guzar jaayegi
Eid ka chaand tum ne dekh liya
Chaand ki Eid ho gayi hogi
Us se milna to use Eid mubarak kehna
Yeh bhi kehna ke meri Eid mubarak kar de
Tujh ko meri na mujhe teri khabar jaayegi
Eid ab ke bhi dabe paon guzar jaayegi
Us se milna to use Eid mubarak kehna
Yeh bhi kehna ke meri Eid mubarak kar de
“Allah jiss bande se mohabbat krne lg jaye, Allah jiss bande ko chun le, uss bande ki khatir Allah dunya ko kehta hai— ae dunya tu mere iss bande ke liye kadwi ban jaa! Mere iss bandey ke liye tere andr koi husn na rahey, teri chahat na rahey, tujhe dekhe to mere bandey ko tujhse nafrat hone lge! Isliye tu iske liye kadwi ban jaa! Ki mera banda tera ghoonth na bharey. Mera banda tere kareeb na ho, isko tere sath wehshat ho, Allah dunya ki wehshat apney mukarrar bando ke dilon mein paida krdeta hai.”
haarey hue se jeet kar kya paoge?
a dead daughter is better than a mentally ill daughter.
I wish I could skip this whole life thing and reach the moment when I hear
“ادخلوا الجنة”
(enter my paradise)
always gonna hate myself for letting liars in.
but love how Allah protects me every time.