kalam-thageel
لا أُريد كثير
أُريد
إنسان اركن عليه فقت إنسان يريح بالي فقت إنسان يسكن قلبي فقت
لا اريد كثير أُريدك انت
فقت
dr-abood-dds
I do not want a lot
I want
Someone to lean on, Only, Someone to ease my mind, Only, Someone to soothe my heart, Only.
I do not want a lot.
I want you, Only.
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In Somali when we see injustice we say ‘dhiiga kuma dhaqaqo?’
which translates into ‘does your blood not move?’
Warsan Shire, water (via noorshirazie)
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loving someone takes more than just love
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It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.
That changes today.
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“
Suddenly, silence.
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice.
He is moved.
“Aight”.
My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.
All I can hear is heavy breathing.
“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”
There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”
“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”
“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.
“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”
He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”
“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.
The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.
“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.
I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.
“Kk.”
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YOU GUYS… Please help out this Syrian refugee family that came to my home town in America! Any donations will be greatly appreciate to this young family. And if you cannot donate please share with your family and friends! Jzk 💞
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If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.’
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thelovejournals)
Source: thelovejournals
غيابك الم
Your absence is pain. (via kalam-thageel)
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If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via thelovejournals)
Source: thelovejournals.com
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Anonymous asked:
What do you do when all else fails?
I pray to God.
I remind myself that whatever happens is because God is The Most Merciful.
This world is fleeting, as are the problems of this world.
I used to go hug my father [Allah yerhamu] but I don’t have that any more. It’s a stark lesson I’ve learned, but I have to remind myself that the only thing I can do is to learn from his example, and to pray for him, because God took him when it was best for my father. Insha Allah, one day, I’ll be half the man my father was, so that my children can rely on me, as I relied on my father.
I just remind myself something Sheikh El Shaarawy used to say:
“If the one who has his father to lean on has nothing to worry, then what about the one who has his Lord to lean on?”
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Every single night your soul is taken. And every single night the angels ask Allah if your soul should be put back. And every night Allah gives permission to let you live one more time.
Nouman Ali Khan (via islamic-living)
One big reason why we should be thankful and grateful to Allah everyday…
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