Me, Allah and my notsofruitfuleffort to be good!

[unrequittedlovesworld]

I am there when you stumble for the first time.

I am there in the quiet laughter hidden beneath the covers.

I am there in the sterile silence between the beeps of a hospital room.

I build bridges between hearts,

yet when broken, I leave chasms behind.

Delicate as glass, resilient as steel,

unseen but felt in every bond.

I am the foundation of love, friendship, and faith.

I am what keeps humanity alive.

#trust

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Greg Santora

[bookmania]

“To kill our dream is to kill ourselves. It is like mutilating our soul. The dream is what is most truly, impenetrably, ineradicably ours.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet 

[lifeinpoetry]

I slept. In my sleep, I wept as I dreamt you were still good to me. I awoke in unrelenting tears.

— Denise Riley, from "Following Heine," Say Something Back & Time Lived, Without Its Flow

[unrequittedlovesworld]

I thought you were my home, but you left me stranded.

I thought you were in love but you left me hanging.

You knocked, I opened, you stayed some and left

I thought you were mine but then you vanished.

I thought I made you whole but you left not wanting.

It hurts, then some more and now the feeling is numbing

I thought I was wanted but you left me breaking.

I still think and love and wish some more,

But now in my thoughts you are no more,

I’ll still love the memory and honor it with my soul

For heart once taken is always bespoke.

But now when you’ll reach you’ll find me no more

I waited a while for your love to be woke.

A heart once broken is a barren soul.

I loved you with a might I have no more.

Would you realize the sin you’ve done?

Would you realize the damage can’t be undone?

With a heavy heart and a knot in my throat

I’ll narrate the ending I do not like.

I thought you were my home, but you left me stranded.

I thought you were in love but you left me hanging.

- Isbah

[whirlwindofstuff]

[forlornalbatross]

“I decorated you / in my mind’s aether you’re a house that is so homely that I feel immensely safe to be in — then came the hurricane — Every three dimensional part of you that can hurt me — I let it because how can someone who makes me feel shielded can also be this destructive? — very well — so I took the last memory of you — my favourite section of this house is the window — you’re the soul of that window— it’s a remnant of it but — how it used to be so comforting to know it’s there & now I am bare , I am , I am , I am as barren as this vacant land — & I don’t think I want to build another place again — let alone to ever find a spot that I can feel cosy again — this is it , it’s another archaic archive — maybe one day in another life I may find the courage to begin again — but not here , not ever , not again , not in this calamitous life -”

— D C de Oliveira | A letter to another life | January 21, 2023 | Saturday, 7.07am

[noorshirazie]

“There is no science to you, no written theory that I spend hours studying. You constantly surprise and fascinate me with how you just are; no explanations, no apologies.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

[d-ilan-deactivated20201230]

Akhlaq أخلاق

Keep your soul clean, it shows on the outside

[islamicrays]

As a Man the most honest piece of advice I can give to younger girls trying to figure *life* out is to completely ignore men. I’m not being quirky or funny when I say that, I mean it seriously. Ignore men’s judgements of you, ignore their insincere compliments, ignore their half-baked romance.Focus on developing yourself. Study and implement your faith, excel in your academics, practise your arts, play sports, volunteer, be an active member of your local community, spend time with your family and sincere friends, but do not put substantial effort into pleasing men. Your time will come through the pure process of marriage. But nothing will waste your youth more than fighting for male acceptance.

Qasim Rafique

[purplebuddhaproject]

“She’s not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.”

—

Colleen Hoover

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

[islamicquotesandreminders]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

—

Maxwell Diawuoh

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

[purplebuddhaproject]

“When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.”

— Laurie Halse Anderson (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[purplebuddhaproject]

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

— Haruki Murakami (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[noorshirazie]

“while there are tornadoes that i choose to store in the neglected corners of my mind, it does not mean they did not happen. it does not meanyou did not happen.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Mourning Departures

[lifeinpoetry]

“No one told me I’d have to learn to be polite. / To let myself be consumed for what I can not control.”

— Jane Wong, from “Lessons on Lessening,” published in underbelly