burning in the spotlight
If you think women are crazy you’ve never had a dude go from hitting on you to literally threatening to kill you in the time it takes you to say “no thanks.”

Kendra Wells (via belle-de-nuit)

Well this is fucking surreal

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A man came to the Prophetﷺ and asked him to allow him to go to serve in armed jihad. The Prophetﷺ said: “Are your parents alive?” He said “Yes”. The Prophetﷺ said: “Carry out your jihad by taking care of their needs.

Prophet Muhammadﷺ

[narrated by al-Bukhari and Muslim]

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Marry a religious woman. She will neither abuse your right nor reveal your secret and she will take care of your property and your child in the best way.

Ibn ‘Uthaymeen:

[Sharh al-Bukhari, Nikah, 2]

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I won’t say that “you broke me”. You’re not that powerful, I’m not that weak. You are not more powerful than my Lord who has promised me protection. You didn’t break me, you made me sad. And sadness passes. And my Lord is eternal.

and THIS ladies and gentlemen, encompasses my feelings at the moment. beautifully written. :)

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
Jonathan Carroll (via yezvs)




He compared her to the moon.
She compared him to the sun.
But they could never touch,
So the stars and clouds whispered,
Passing along their messages
And the ocean was their witness

An affair across the sky (via clairewords)

how beautiful sA :’)

I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
anyone between the ages of 18 and 25  (via nimbooda)
every time you hurt me I apologized because I felt guilty for making you feel bad
late night feelings (via vainajala)

Men think
of love as a
grand gesture
and as an excuse

but women, you see,
are born with it.
We carry it
in our wombs

Mandeq Ahmed (via blackorchidd)


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جان‎/jan/jān/jaan [jaan]
(noun) Jan/jaan is one of those specials words which lends itself across cultures and languages as a term of endearment and affection meaning, love, dear, heart, and life in East Asia. Arab/Persian: In Arabic, jan represents beloved one or dear. The Persian origins of this word mean life, equivalent to the Punjabi and Hindi definition. Calling a person your jaan, in comparison to the Arab and Persian culture, in South East Asian countries is an act of true love and intimiacy, and not used as liberally as the Persian connotation. Its true origins stem from Sanskrit. In Urdu you often refer to your lover and those your are close to as “meri jaan [meh-ree jaan],” also meaning my life, and my dear. It has a deeper emotional meaning than merely calling someone your love, or sweetheart; it is used in the essence of true love. (via wordsnquotes)


Gaza Artist Turns Israeli Air Strike Smoke into Powerful Sketches

As the world looks on with horror at the growing civilian toll in Gaza, and Hamas and Israel consider the terms of a U.S.-proposed ceasefire, one young Palestinian architect is responding to the crisis through art. Gaza-based Tawfik Gebreel aims to send a message, in the “universal humanitarian language understood by all peoples of the world.” He is using photos of the smoke thrown up by rocket strikes and reworking the images with symbols of hope and unity.

What is love?

It’s love
when your spouse wakes you up for Fajr prayer.

It’s love
when your spouse reminds you of Allah SWT.

It’s love,
when a wife makes tea for husband and takes a sip before him to see if it tastes right.

It’s love
when a husband helps his tired wife in the kitchen even though he worked all day.

It’s love,
when a mother gives her child the best piece of cake.

It’s love,
when your friend holds your hand tightly on a slippery road.

It’s love,
when your brother messages you and asks if reached home on time.

Love is not just a loving someone when you need something from them.

The Quran Institute

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Salaam, U are amazing just amazing.... I just felt like saying it... Allah bless you.... :)

wow, alhamdulillah. thank you kind stranger :)

may I really be what you think of me, i hope. allah knows best. so kind of you to say that. please keep me in your duas :)