Life feels long until janazah is yours. Then the reality of akhirah begins. Your family carries your body, but they cannot carry your deeds.
Only your amal remains. The grave becomes your first home in akhirah either a garden from Jannah or a place of regret. So prepare while you still can, because every soul will taste death and return to Allah.
I say, "I've left it to Allah," and genuinely mean it, but then I catch myself making dua for it all day, praying extra nafl, and overthinking it again. The battle between tawakkul and desire is no joke. 😭
I don’t care for nonchalance. Point me to the lovers, the yearners, the poets ❤️ the men who send long thoughtful paragraphs and the women who send them right back. Give me the triple texters, the gifters, the ones who aren’t afraid to show their love openly. I want the kind of love that reflects God’s heart.
Please date emotionally intelligent people . it's nice to have someone who's aware of your sensitivity & learns to handle your feelings gently, with patience and care. it is comforting to show your vulnerability to someone & have them learn how to respond to it with understanding >>
It is crazy how a single moment of misunderstanding can become so toxic that it makes you forget the thousands of lovely moments you have spent together with someone. Anger has a terrible way of rewriting history.