#sehri

[vajidkhan01]

كيف هي قلبك

How is your heart?

ويسأل الله كل ليلة القوة

It asks Allah for strength every night.

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Being scared of the dark and also being the only person in your house who wakes up for sehri is not for the weak because what do you MEAN I'm sitting in the kitchen alone at 4am with its fucking trifold glass doors hearing random noises from every damn direction. Ts NOT tuff.

[rach-never-parks]

Eating a turkey sandwich for sehri because i’m a #younghoe

(Meant to post this during ramadan, but forgot :p)

[huffazsblog]

O Allah, teach us the etiquette of the Qur'an and create in us the morals of the Qur'an.

O Allah, open our hearts to pondering its verses and acting upon its clear verses.

O Allah, make us among those who recite the Qur'an to people at intervals.

O Allah, make us among those who recite the Qur'an with measured recitation.

O Allah, make us among those who memorize the Qur'an for You with perfect memorization.

[bayloo]

2nd Ramadan:

The Messenger of Allah said:

"The people will remain well as long as they hasten the opening of the fast."

(Bukhārī)

It is from the sunnah of our beloved to eat iftär early and open the fast with dates.

May Allah Destroy Isr*al and help the people of Palestine.

ameen. 🤲🏼

[arcane-ersana]

Saari raat neend nahi aati aur sehri se 10 minutes pehle neend ke nashe hone lagte hain :)

[naderdawah]

عَنْ أَنَسٍ قَالَ: قَالَ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ: «تَسَحَّرُوا فَإِنَّ فِي السَّحُورِ بركَة» مُتَّفق عَلَيْهِ  Anas reported God's messenger as saying, “Take a meal a little before dawn, for there is a blessing in taking a meal at that time.” (Bukhari and Muslim.)

Sehri Mubarak everyone 

[kumishona]

Atmospheres that put me into a state of muted restlessness:

The darkness after sundown. It reminds me of goodbyes. Anxiety peaks have been linked to childhood experiences, ie you get anxious at the time of day during which you faced past trauma. Strangely, I never faced anything in evenings—Yet as far back in my memories as I can go, whenever the sky has gone cool blue-gray after dusk, my mind has automatically spiraled down, down, down. It startles me when it hits, but I've always just ... shaken it off and distracted myself.

Vehicle sounds in the quiet of the night. Tires on asphalt. Horns. Screeching brakes. They take me back to my constant paranoia while traveling. I sleep fitfully on night buses, international flights, and inter-city car rides. I'm afraid if I close my eyes, I may not open them again. For some reason, I find that more scary than being in a crash while wide awake.

Evening musical performances. A combination of introvert fatigue and the fear (fed by social anxiety) of losing something I've never been able to fully grasp: connection. Moments, people, memories. In a group of friends, I survive through being sheltered by the mother hen. I am never the glue that sticks the rest together, maybe because I have barely learned to hold myself together yet. Someday, someday.

Being up and about before the break of dawn. In airports, buses and train stations; at Sehri time during Ramadan; while grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen in our house in Sylhet, with my mom who’s also unable to sleep. Catching a movie airing on TV. Dragging my blanket-burritoed self back to bed before I accidentally doze off in the sofa where mosquitoes will happily feast on my skin. There’s something otherworldly about all that hustle and bustle cutting through the stillness of the night, through the tired hum of my sleepy thoughts. But unlike the others on this list, I do not hate the feeling.

As much as I love the serenity of scattered stars and moonlight, of ambient thunder, rustling breezes, and blinking fireflies against pitch black skies—the nighttime reminds me of death.