Sad Girl Hours 2.0

Live life with Tawakkul.

[aslisjournal]

This dunya is not worth planting your roots in. So forgive easily, love deeply, and remain unbothered by its pains

“Verily,” the wise say, “it’s only a number of days”

[siskai]

I have like 3 friends that I speak to more regularly now but I only see one. Other than that I don’t have any other friends and I don’t like that. I pray that I get more righteous and good friends around me but I realise I am so lonely. Literally doing everything out there to fill this void thinking that I have some other problem when in reality I’m just lonely. Ain’t that sad.

[siskai]

End me softly

The tongue, the strongest yet most sensitive muscle, they say, A tiny puncture could paralyze it and take its power away. Yet in science books, the danger hides, unmentioned and unseen, Is that why you wield it so, with precision so keen?

To cloak the potent weapon in your possession so discreet, Your words, a sharp advance, my worth they do deplete. My existence fades, your speech makes it so, In the shadow of your tongue's power, I shrink and grow.

Your whispers become my mantra, I follow without pause, Bound by the power of your spoken laws. In the silence that follows, your words still resound, A captive of your tongue, my soul is tightly bound.

[quotefeeling]

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

— Unknown

[siskai]

End me softly

The tongue, the strongest yet most sensitive muscle, they say, A tiny puncture could paralyze it and take its power away. Yet in science books, the danger hides, unmentioned and unseen, Is that why you wield it so, with precision so keen?

To cloak the potent weapon in your possession so discreet, Your words, a sharp advance, my worth they do deplete. My existence fades, your speech makes it so, In the shadow of your tongue's power, I shrink and grow.

Your whispers become my mantra, I follow without pause, Bound by the power of your spoken laws. In the silence that follows, your words still resound, A captive of your tongue, my soul is tightly bound.

[musk7]

They asked: Why do you love God so much?

I replied: Because I feel and see Him in everything. I find Him in the gentle rustle of leaves, in the rhythmic patter of the rain, in the wise wrinkles of old persons, the innocent laughter of babies, in the warmth of my parents' smiles, in the laughter of my sisters, and in the simplest tasks of my daily life. Most profoundly, I sense His comforting presence even in my darkest moments, offering solace and strength.

My love for God is a deeply emotional connection, woven into the fabric of every aspect of my existence.

Musk7

[misschelly19]

“This is the chemical formula for love: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin. It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. Let that sink in.”

—

[siskai]

i've only had 5 asks on this blog and I've had it for years, time to change that

[siskai]

End me softly

The tongue, the strongest yet most sensitive muscle, they say, A tiny puncture could paralyze it and take its power away. Yet in science books, the danger hides, unmentioned and unseen, Is that why you wield it so, with precision so keen?

To cloak the potent weapon in your possession so discreet, Your words, a sharp advance, my worth they do deplete. My existence fades, your speech makes it so, In the shadow of your tongue's power, I shrink and grow.

Your whispers become my mantra, I follow without pause, Bound by the power of your spoken laws. In the silence that follows, your words still resound, A captive of your tongue, my soul is tightly bound.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.

[originalromanticsir]

Profound truth.

[deactivateddddddd1-deactivated2]

“It can be in the palm of your hands, but still not written for you.”

[siskai]

Can someone explain to me why some Muslim men are so adamant and curious to know about what their potential spouse has done in the past sexually or romantically? Even when you’ve let them know that you’re not promiscuous and you’ve never been in a relationship.

[siskai]

That's what I was trying to say, I'm sure you're one of the girls who till now tried and is still trying to improve yourself for Allah in the first place, and nursing some man just for the sake of getting married is free labor at some point 😅 I wish you all the best, I told you I don't know the situation, even if I did there wouldn't be much to say but take care of yourself

You’re right haha, you too sis

[siskai]

I don't know the story, but all I can say is that everyone has its place in our life and some stories end earlier that others ; again that doesn't mean that earlier stories should be mourned and wait for the present ones to understand, some are just not worth it. Take care of yourself sis 💐

I appreciate your message! He’s still one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met and we immediately connected straight away during our first call. He did say he feels like I was the answer to his prayers but I constantly feel like I’m stupid for attracting men who need mending or guidance of some sort instead of actually finding a man who’s ready for me. I don’t want to feel like Mother Theresa but here I am yet again. And I just don’t understand it.

[siskai]

How did I match with a guy who’s still not over his relationship over 6 years ago and hasn’t healed from it and I thought I could help him. LOOOOOOOL.

[siskai]

Just turned 23 and it’s crazy where I thought I’d be at this stage of my life years ago. I was set on getting married at 23 etc etc and now I just don’t. I’m exhausted from it all. Why can’t we just focus on ourselves and love ourselves?

[siskai]