#phi writes

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18+

Bsf! Phainon just doesn’t understand. A ray of sunshine too pure for this earth would never be able to comprehend how he pushes you to the brink of madness.

Like any good friend would, you of course go to his basketball games to support him. Not for the reasons a best friend normally would. You go to see the sweat bead off his pretty pale skin, to watch his biceps flex with every precise move he makes; and especially for how his jersey lifts just enough for his lower abs and chiseled v-line to come into view when he makes a shot.

Of course he goes over to your place after for a celebratory movie night and of course you let him wash up in your bathroom. Bsf! Phainon doesn’t know the reason why you drag him back isn’t because you feel tired but because you love to see him in your apartment fresh out the shower with comfy clothes and messy hair that he always asks you to dry for him like a child. Nor does he know that when you softly comb your fingers through his snowy white locks, you imagine how it’d feel to pull and tug on them while you’re pressed under him.

Like all best friends do, he loves to snuggle up against you on the couch and once he finishes his popcorn he’ll start stealing yours. You always pick something funny that you know he’ll find hilarious so you can hear his pretty voice more and feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest while you’re still secured in his arms.

And god his arms. You love when bsf! Phainon hugs you. He’s like a polar bear. Soft and fuzzy and so big. Sometimes you feel guilty looking into his bright blue eyes full of innocence while your mind is filled with thoughts of him putting you into a chokehold.

You’ve imagined him every which way.

His long fingers curled inside you.

Him pressing you down from behind into the mattress.

The sweet sound of his voice filled with need.

When anyone asked you how you weren’t completely in love with him you’d just laugh.

Not because it was ridiculously funny but because you were.

But if anyone were to ask bsf! Phainon if he’d ever date you, he always replied with the same answer,

“She’ll always have me wrapped around her finger anyway.”

[thegirlintheredchair]

٥ رمضان ١٤٤٢ (5th Ramadan 1442,2021)

اسلام علیکم (peace be upon you)

A very very late entry... 😅 I apologize but in my defense, I'm a little sleep deprived today.

Slept at one yesterday, woke up for sehri at 2 and then slept at 7 again 💀 and then woke up at 11... but it was worth it.✌🏻 The weather got crazy... like it was a proper thunderstorm at sunrise, and the sunrise was a sight!! I'm so sad and mad at myself for not taking a picture..☹ I did take a really bad video though. It will never see that light of day..🙃

Golden hour will forever be my favorite but blue hour has its own allure. I saw the sunrise after ages. It was majestic and it reminded me of those ayats (verses) in Surah Yaseen.

It's one of my favorites as it metaphorically explains the connection between our Beloved Prophet (SAW) and the ummati (meaning you the reader and me as well)

The ayats are 39 to 40 and they roughly say:

"We make the moon go through different phases." And then Allah adds: “its not appropriate for the sun to come ahead of the moon and the night cannot come before the day. Each one has their place and they move as such."

Which is to say that Allah is emphasizing that Everything has its own job. The parallel being made here is that before Allah starts talking about the Sun and the Moon, He is discussing the story of a nation that got send 3 messengers to it at the same time. But surprisingly, that story is not a narrative of what the messengers said, rather its an account of a believer who learns that 3 messengers are calling to The Oneness of Allah and he decides to go help them. 😇

As a general rule, when your in the presence of someone qualified (like the messengers here) you let them do the talking but he feels the need to speak so Allah tells us something here:

Messengers have their own responsibility. The ummah who believes in them has its own responsibility.

The messengers will do their job and the believer will do theirs. And they cannot replace each others jobs - and just like that what else has their own job, the sun and the moon.

Where does our dearest Messenger (SAW) fit in to all this? In another passage in the the Noble Quran (Surah Ahzab) Allah describes the Prophet (SAW) and talks to him telling him is roles. He describes Rasolalallah (SAW) with a unique word: "Siraj-um-munira" – a lamp that gives light and illuminates other things.

The word "Siraj" in the Noble Quran is also used for the sun, so our Beloved Messenger (SAW) is compared to the sun here.

Back to Surah Yaseen, it says that the sun has its own job and the moon its own, so what does it mean if our Honarable Messenger (SAW) is being compared to the sun?

When our Beloved Messenger (SAW) came, and the believers and followers were in his presence, there was no doubt whatsoever that they wouldn't be exposed to light. There was no possibility that darkness would prevail because "the sun" has arrived. 🌅

But Allah has decreed it so that the Sun does not stay in the sky forever, it sets, it goes away. So when the sun goes away, whose turn is it to provide light in the darkness of the night, the moons.

Our Beloved Rasollallah (SAW) is no longer with us. But who is still here? We are! His followers. His believers. His "Ummatais."

Likewise, the sun is in a position of command and the moon is its follower (also proven scientifically). The only reason the moon has any light is because it reflects the light of the sun.

We are currently living in dark times, and we are being compared to the moon. The only light we have is the light shining on us through the darkness that originates from the sun- Rasollallah (SAW).

Sunhanallah! 🤯 I was and still am mind blown by this. Allah is so Poetic!

But wait! There's more.

The iman (faith) of every believer is actually a reflection of the original teachings of our beloved prophet (SAW).

Another parallel is that the sun does not go through phases. The sun is perfect every time. But the moon, sometimes it’s a full moon and sometimes it’s a weak moon just like the believer. We don’t stay the same.

In another passage of the Honorable Quran, Allah describes the heart of my Messenger (SAW) as firm and permanent in his faith of Allah. its constant, very much like the sun. (the sun constantly burns to provide light). Regardless of whether you see the sun or don't, its still shining its light on the moon.

The believer faith though, just like the moon goes through phases. sometimes its a full moon but sometimes its so weak, you can barely find it in the sky. But even in its weakest state, it is still reflecting the light of Rosolalallah (SAW).

I've always loved the moon because the moon is a reminder of me, of you. Its a reminder that Allah chose this ummah in the darkest times to be a source that reflects the light of our Beloved Rasolallah (SAW) [if you were feeling low, this should make you feel special!🥰]

So what is our responsibility then?

this infamous quote by Hazrat Umar (RA) sums it up best:

"I am the messenger of the messenger of Allah."

this simple quote is so deep though, it tells us what being a member of this ummah means,- everyone is a representative of our Beloved Messenger (SAW), when we are following his teaches or ignoring them, our conduct, our behavior, whether we control our eyes, hands or tongue - whether we like it or not, we are "supposed" to be reflecting the light of Muhammad (SAAW). He made you Muslim for a reason, wake up and own it!

As Muslims, we're born with this responsibility, we obviously don't do it justice because we are never always a full moon. sometimes were weak and frail.

but do you know what makes this such a grandand dare I say cute concept? even when the moon is weak, it still remains, it doesn't disappear, and when its weakest, its time for it rise again - that is the way Allah has decreed it! 🥲

Our Messenger said that the faith of the believer will waver, it'll go up and down. We wont always feel the same reverence of faith all the time. BUT our connection to our messenger will strengthen this faith over and over and over again.

How beautiful is our relationship with our prophet? 😭😭😭

We are the chosen ummah, to carry the Messengers (SAW) metaphorical torch or in better words mission forward. Allah in his infinite wisdom knew that when the Prophet (SAW) would depart this world it would feel like the sun has disappeared and that we're in a constant state of "night" of fear, hopelessness, anxiety and ignorance.

I hope that I and we all become a source of light in this darkness, that when someone sees us, they are able to glimpse a little bit of our Habibullah through us. 🥺🥺🥺

The signs of Allah (the sun and moon and trees and mountains) all have lessons behind them. I hope that this little insight that I gained myself and tried to provide, changes your POV and that now every time you look at the sun, you are reminded of my Rasolalallah (SAW).

and I also hope you pay more attention to the Quran this month, read it with translation and visibly see your life and world transform. This is the beauty of Quran, once you manifest its view, you cannot escape its reminders and its constant connection to our Messenger (SAW).

May Allah make us of those that carry the light of the Prophet (SAW) and reflect it back and outwards so others can find their way to the sun. 🛣

Love, Phi.💖

P.S posting some pictures of the sunset because it was just as bomb 👌🏻

[lostcap]

When I was very small, before seven, after five, I collected feathers, in place of comfort. Tangible pieces to prove I belonged - I kept them all, blue and red and so very many dirty grey, in a small white hand me down purse. Their edges were bent, frayed, and ruined, in a way - even then, that I understood.

I am the sum of all these mangled things - made of the same unforgiving fragility of the feathers I once held captive. After seven. Robins, bluejays and doves, all hidden within such faded vibrancy.

- the caged bird doesn’t sing, he weeps, the untold story of a Capricorn - commission for @hidefromeveryone | p.d vulpe

[hstar-railed]

18+

You were seriously in for it this time and the worst part was that you yourself were your own undoing.

It was an accident! All you did was mention having a family in the future so that you could give Himeko the little niece or nephew she’d always dreamed of. How were you supposed to know that would break something in your boyfriend’s head that would lead you to be face down ass up in your bed with his hand pushing your back into a punishing arch?

“Phainon— ah! Being meannn.” you whine as his pelvis thwacks against your ass once more. His pace is unrelenting and his cock is driving right into that nice spongy spot in your pussy that’s making you see stars. The sheets might just rip from how you have to claw them to keep yourself steady in the wake of Phainon’s body rocking yours. It smells like sweat and sex, a dizzying mix that only has your head spinning more and more with each rhythmic thrust.

“Hah, mean? Don’t be lying now, can feel how much this pussy loves it,” your body betrays you because he’s right. You have him in a vice grip trying to suck him back in every time his hips pull back. The obscene sound of wet skin colliding against each other is proof of just how soaked he’s making you as wave after wave of your arousal leaks out around him, “she’s been crying f’me this whole time babe.”

It’s not like you could even make out the words to deny it anyway. Your brain was short circuiting with how stuffed full you were. In all your time dating, you’d never seen Phainon this worked up. Yeah he always fucked you well, that’s not something you would ever complain about but this? This was a whole new level, “ishh sooo deeep!” between his merciless pace and you being face first into the mattress it was hard to speak right.

“Yeah? Let’s make it deeper,” he spoke in a low tone right against your ear that simultaneously sent jolts of excitement and fear down your spine. He easily flipped you over on your back just to put you into a mean mating press that make it feel like he was trying to push into your womb. In your hazy state the entire outside world disappeared, all that was left was explicit image of his smiling face and sculpted body pressed against yours, “feel me right here? This is mine.” Phainon pressed his hand against your stomach where you could see the imprint of his dick every time he slammed into you.

It was so enamoring to him that he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He was completely pussy addicted. Your warm heat that fit him so perfectly, stretched around his thick cock, your cunt always welcomed him so nicely. The sweet moans leaving your lips just spurred him on further. It was downright pornographic how your eyes glazed over and rolled back accompanied by the slick sounds of your sex meeting his.

You could feel the tension building in your tummy with every kiss his dick was giving to your cervix, “Phai I’m gonna cum!” at this point you were basically choking on your own sobs. The pleasure so intense that tears pricked your eyes which Phainon gladly licked up as they fell.

“Then cum pretty, I’ll do it with you, yeah? Imma knock you up alright?” his movement were getting sloppy and frantic and you could see it from the way he was gritting his teeth that he was close. With a little push from him by circling your clit softly with his thumb, he sent you over the edge. Your vision went white for those few initial moments of your orgasm and your jaw fell slack, “shit you’re squeezing me so fucking tight—!”

After one more harsh press of his hips into the plush of your ass, he finished deep inside you with a drawn out groan. Between the feeling of his semen flooding your pussy and his gentle thrusts pushing it further inside you was enough to make you cum again, “too much too much!” you whined pushing your hands against his chest. He finally pulled out after placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Okay I know! Sorry, you just feel so good.” his features soften and he’s back to the tender loving Phainon you’re most familiar with. He’s quick to pull your tired body into a big bear hug that immediately lets all your muscles relax.

“Jesus Phainon, where did that even come from?” you pull your head out of his chest and shoot him a suspicious look which he sheepishly scratches the back of his head at.

“I just— the idea of you having my kids was really nice.” that affectionate look in his eyes was enough to thaw you. Phainon did always love the idea of family after losing his own at a young age.

“I get it, but next time—“

“Next time? Can that be right now?”

A pillow was promptly thrown at his head.

[hstar-railed]

18+

You and nerd! Phainon have somewhat of a complicated relationship. When you’re in public together the two of you look like some kind of sitcom. A bubbly outgoing girl bothering an unassuming quiet geeky boy. To most people, it seemed like you were just trying to get a rise out of him. Hanging over his shoulder and whispering things in his ear— most of your friends didn’t think much of it considering the playful personality you were known for.

What people weren’t aware of was how good that nerd was dicking you down during your “tutoring sessions”.

“A-angle your hips up a little more,” your voice is already starting to shake just from him sliding into your cunt. Despite being a virgin loser when he first started helping you with academics, nerd! Phainon certainly lived up to his reputation of being a fast learner. Whatever adjustments you told him to make, he put into practice right away and it had your dopamine skyrocketing.

To him, you were almost like a problem he was trying to solve. What could he do that would make you come undone faster? How could he make you feel even better? If he moved that decimal just a little bit further, how would your reaction change? Nerd! Phainon was determined to discover every detail about your body and commit it to memory, and at the same time unearth new things about himself. Like how good it felt being in between your legs. He never knew one could derive such pleasure by simply getting another person off.

The slightly bitter taste of you on his tongue coupled with your thighs squeezing the sides of his head was an absolutely devastating combination. Just like the sight he had of you now, splayed out for him on your pink cotton sheets whining at the slow shallow rhythm of his thrusts. He wondered if you’d beg, how you’d react if he made you desperate. Nerd! Phainon took note of how your hips started moving to try and more friction between your bodies. The furrow in your brows while you huffed in frustration. But most of all the pleading look in your eyes when you reached up to bring him closer— that image he would definitely keep locked away all for himself.

“C’mon just gimme more, thought you were the good student Phai!” you pouted a tad extra with your sparkly glossed lips, trying to press him even closer to you where you could feel every sharp ridge of his body, hear every beat of his heart.

All he does is silently smile up at you and sheepishly scratch the back of his neck, “okay okay, I’m still new at this yknow!” and just like that his glasses are neatly folded on your nightstand and nerd! Phainon is carefully pulling himself out to his tip before burying himself back to the hilt in one smooth motion. A move that has you throwing your head back into your pillows and your lips parting in a silent scream from how he’d knocked the breath out of your lungs.

Before Phainon, you always had the same stereotypical impression of nerds. Guys who only had their head in a book and no time for physical activity but nerd! Phainon was a dork through and through. So thorough in his academic career that he made sure to get top marks in gym as well. Underneath all those sweaters and baggy clothes was a body chiseled from fucking marble. What he still lacked in technique, he made up for in brute strength. Bullying his mushroom tip to the back of your cunt with enough force to rock your bed frame.

Sure he was cute when he was all neat and proper but the look of nerd! Phainon completely disheveled made your gummy walls clench in a way that had him hissing. His clear cerulean eyes fogged over in lust and pristine white hair pushed back, sticking to his forehead was a sight to behold. The man looked like he could’ve been pulled from a Calvin Klein ad.

“Didn’t know you could— fuck, get tighter,” the pace he settled into was relentless and barely gave you time to catch your breath. Something you had told him he should do, that was now biting you in the ass big time, “shitttt, is this good?” with each plunge of his cock into the sloppy mess he’d made of your pussy, the more unyielding his grip on the soft flesh of your hips became.

“Hell yes, thank g-god you’re such a good listener!” your voice strains, legs wrapped snug around his waist keeping him flush against you, “you can lick here too.” the slight tilt of your head to the side exposing your neck to him is all he needs. Nerd! Phainon is quick to lick a long stripe up your jugular.

His hands shift from your waists to wrapped around your chest to support you better, it’s not like you minded seeing his arms flex to hold you closer. Each messy rut of his hips has him getting bigger inside you, if that was even possible. You could feel the ridges of the prominent vein he had running up the bottom left side of his dick dragging along the walls of your wet heat.

Plap plap plap! The sound of your sex bounced off the walls in your room, ringing in your ears over and over in tandem with the snapping of his hips to yours driving you mad with arousal. Sure, you’d fucked around with boys before but none of them had ever been so hell bent on making you cum, after all boys are selfish creatures.

A sharp nip on the nape of your neck was all it took to have you coming completely undone around him. Walls pulsating with each euphoric rush of the high he’d pried out of you, “Jesus Christ you’re gonna milk everything outta me, ngh!” the tight contractions of your pussy were dragging out every thick rope he had to the point where nerd! Phainon’s vision started getting blurry. You just wished you could’ve actually felt it, but ever the stickler for rules and safety, he absolutely insisted on using physical protection even after you said you were on birth control.

He’s mindful of your sensitivity when he pulls out from you and like a gentleman he takes care of cleaning things up. Your breathing has barely started to even back out before nerd! Phainon is urging you to go to the bathroom claiming he ‘will not be responsible for anyone getting a uti!’ so you let him be a little bossy especially when it means he’ll scrub you clean later and you’ll get to wash his hair with your shampoo. You both still know he’s not going to let you skip your chem work after that though.

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18+

Phainon is whiny and needy.

One smooth drag of your fingertips along a particularly prominent vein on the underside of his length and he’s complete putty in your hands. God, you love seeing him fall apart underneath you, and he loves when you break him just as much.

You’re just so sickly sweet to him while you destroy any sanity he had left. All praise about how he’s doing so well for you and soft kisses along his collarbone as your hand is working him up and down at such a terribly slow pace, “please o-oh god please!” his voice is already cracking already after you’ve barely started. You can feel his hips trying to get more friction, more of your touch, but with one harsh nip to the nape of his neck, he gets the message and tries his best to be still.

“Phai, you know better than to act like a bitch in heat.” Your voice is stern and the glare you send his way is cold but Phainon can’t help but want even more. Whether it be your praises or degradation, he just wanted all of you to himself. It’s obvious to you as well by the way you feel his cock twitch in your palm. While you keep the movement of your hand languid, his soft whimpers just get louder.

When you pull back from his body he looks utterly pathetic. Cheeks flushed scarlet against his fair skin, glossy blue eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill, his dick is painfully hard and just so messy. Under your scrutinizing gaze he just seems to become more aroused as you watch a thick drop of his pre bead down from his slit. The sight of him is positively lewd.

“N-no no, need your hand. A little more and I’ll be good I promise,” he sniffles pitifully and his hand weakly grabs your wrist that was previously touching him. Nothing gives you the same satisfaction that seeing Phainon completely ruined for you does. As soon as you grasp him once more he throws his head back into mattress with a strangled moan.

You can tell that all your teasing is starting to get to him, bad. Unfortunately, Phainon is simply too lovable in his fucked out state, “okay then, I’ll give you more…” you make a show of spitting on his dick, letting your tongue loll out to make him watch your saliva slide out of mouth and on to his blush pink tip. It’s a nasty display that sends him spiraling.

Between your spit and the copious amounts of pre cum he was leaking, you had more than enough lubricant to make the slide of your hand resistance free. The wet squelching sounds were about as adequate to a porno as it could get.

“Fuck, that’s too much!” his body tries to retract but a firm hand on his abdomen keep him in place. The erotic expression on his face wasn’t helping either. Brows firmly knitted together and his pristinely white lashes fluttering shut. It took every ounce of your self control to not shove your fingers down his throat when those pretty pink lips were parted so perfectly just for you, “I’m actually gonna cum if you keep—“

For the second time, you fully pull off him. The cry it elicits goes straight to your core, “I know, c’mere Phai,” you softly coo with your arms open. He practically slumps into your embrace. You let him stay like that for a few moments before asking him what you know he was really hoping for, “been so sweet, wanna finally get that reward?”

His head immediately perks up. He looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes that make you melt and nods enthusiastically. You shift your positions so you can rest comfortably against the headboard with pillows propped up accordingly and let him lean back against your chest. Gently, you place your own hand over his and let him set the pace. His breathing becomes unsteady once you guide him to move a bit faster.

Phainon tilts his head back towards you as his jaw falls slack once more and you take the opportunity to capture his lips in a delicate kiss. When you start pushing him a little further again, you find yourself swallowing his moans with every stroke, “there we go. You’re so good, let go whenever you want, Phai.” your sultry voice in his ear tips him over the edge after being denied for so long. He says your name like a mantra in breathy moans as thick white ropes paint his abs and cover your hands.

All of the tension leaves his body and he visibly relaxes against your chest. You stretch your arm out to the nightstand to grab tissues to wipe the both of you off a bit. Once you’re finished, Phainon is wrapping himself around you in a big bear hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He loves taking in your scent, claims it has a calming effect.

“Smells good, you used that new soap Aglaea brought back from her trip didn’t you?” his voice is muffled while basically talking into your skin. A small giggle finds itself in your throat and you bring a hand to rake your fingers through his snowy locks.

“Mhm, in fact, we can go wash up with it now.” your voice is jokingly suggestive which was your first mistake because if you give Phainon an inch, he’ll take a mile.

He takes his face out from your neck and flashes you a big sparkly grin before scooping you up in his arms, “seriously? I call dibs on cleaning you thoroughly, inside and out!”

[hstar-railed]

Fluffy part 2 for baby fever Phainon

Here you were. 9 months later with a new life you’d brought into the world.

“God my genetics didn’t even fight. He’s the spitting image of you.” you’re still in the hospital, only a few days into recovery and cradling the new bundle of light in your arms. He’s so tiny, swaddled in a baby blue blanket that matched his eyes that peered up at you full of wonder. Phainon has of course been glued to your side the whole time being your rock, your comfort.

“Hey who knows? When he gets bigger he might have more of your traits!” he’s just as amazed as your son. Their eyes meet and all you can see is little Phainon looking up at his adult counterpart. He gives him the same warm smile he’s had since he was born and a gentle tap to his tiny nose that makes his eyes flutter. Those same snowy lashes as his dad. You find yourself holding him just a little bit tighter when you notice he’s drifting back off to sleep.

You exchange a knowing glance with your boyfriend and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s been a long several days without much sleep (which you figured you wouldn’t be getting for the foreseeable future) and just wanted one good rest. You scooch over and pat the empty space in the hospital bed inviting Phainon to lay down with you and your baby. He carefully slides himself besides you, scared to wake his new son up and your head immediately falls to his shoulder.

It’s a quiet moment where no words needed to be interchanged between the two of you.

As you finally find a second to close your eyes, you get a knock on the door, “It’s auntie Himeko! I brought snacks!” you groan as Phainon tells her to come in and she quickly senses that something’s wrong. With her maternal intuition and the context clues of your newborn asleep in your arms alongside Phainon in your bed she’s swift to pick up on the situation, “I’ll leave these here and let you guys rest. Text me when you’re up and then I’ll comeback, okay?” she leaves the bags on a chair and waves goodbye before slipping out, carefully closing the door.

“Get some shut eye my pretty,” he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and squeezes himself just a little closer to hold you more snugly against him. The rhythmic pace of his heartbeat lulls you and you’re finally able to give into the peaceful darkness of sleep. Phainon can only admire you. You’re such a good mother already, how could he be so lucky to find a girl so strong and beautiful? “gonna give you the world.” even though you were too far in dreamland to hear him now he knew he had the rest of your lives to tell you again and again.

The ring hiding in his pocket was proof.

@azariahrizz

[thegirlintheredchair]

١٣-١٥ رمضان ١٤٤٢ (13th-15th Ramadan 1442, 2021)

اسلام عليكم!!! (Peace Be upon you)

Not gonna lie, I actually missed coming on here... ☺

Didn't check in the past 2 days cause my nieces and nephews got extremely sick. For a second there we thought it was Covid but Allahamdulillah, test was negative. They're still not well, so whoever actually reads my blogs.. please remember them in your prayers...

It's the 15th fast today. We're halfway and I'm sad and a little mad at myself for not upping my "Hasanah game." I feel like I've learned nothing new or incorporates no new sunnahs or deeds to continue for the rest of my life.

Every year when Ramadan comes around, I make a conscious effort to make one of the many Sunnahs of the Prophet (SAW) a part of my life. This year I wanted it to miswak with every wuzu I make... I won't say I've made it a habit, but in shaa allah we're getting there... also I realized, I know very few ahadis by heart. So I'm going to try and learn one for each pillar of Islam or something related to relation with God.

We'll see 😬🤞🏻

Also I might not blog in the last 10 days. Gotta focus. There's this quote by Ibn-al-jawzi:

"When a race horse knows its nearing the end of the track, it exerts all of its efforts to win the race. Do not allow the race horse to be more clever than you. For verily deeds are judged by their conclusion. So if you did not do well welcoming Ramadan then perhaps you will do better bidding it farewell."

🥺🥺🥺

Also since we're 15 days in.. might as well check up and reflect on our deeds... (you and I, both)

How's fasting going?

Are you asking for forgiveness daily?

Saying tahajjuid yet? (You can still start now)

Have you achieved any of your Ramadan goals?

Did you replace a bad habit with a good one yet? ( it's still not too late you guys)

Has salat become a habit? Are you praying on time? Have you worked on your salah concentration?

Are you giving sadaqah (charity)? [Smol tip: in the last odd nights give 1 rupee as sadaqah. If it falls on the night of qadr, its ajar will be multiplied 1000 times]

Are you you behind on your quran recitation? Are you reading it with translation?

Have you reawakened any of the Prophet (SAW) sunnahs in your life?

Some people have a hard time not swearing, did you practice getting rid of that?

Are you still backbiting? 😬

Are you speaking nicely to your loved ones? Especially your parents?

Skipped any traveehs? (Traveeh is a voluntary prayer, it isn't a fardh. Rather it's a sunnah of the Prophet (SAW). It's extra ajr in Ramadan and frankly, we could all use the extra ajr 😏)

Have you learned anything new about the religion or are you living your life as oblivious as ever (I believe this should be year round practice, there's so much to learn about Islam that once you dive down that rabbit hole, you're in so much awe you never want to resurface. Islam is truly the gift that keeps on giving 🤍

Have you worked on strengthening your connection with Allah?

Do make dua and dhikr on the daily?

Are you grateful for your blessings and the ease with which you are able to do your daily obligations?

Have you thanked Allah for letting you see another Ramadan?

Are you using this Ramadan wisely or wasting time and making up excuses? ( it's now or never, tbh Allah makes it easy in this month to commit to good deeds... so start now if you still haven't...)

That's it for now, hope that's a concise list.. 😊 and I hope it calls you out on your behavior 😁

See you all tomorrow...

Love, Phi 💖