‘Abdullah ibn Shaddad (rahimahullah) reported: “I heard ‘Umar (radiyallahu ‘anhu) sobbing profusely during Fajr Salah when reciting the Verse
"إِنَّمَا أَشْكُو بَثِّي وَحُزْنِي إِلَى اللَّهِ"
‘I only complain of my suffering and grief to Allah’ [Surah Yusuf, Verse: 86], and I was in the last row.”
Leave some laments for Allah’s court. This world was never meant to reward your earnest devotion.
The biggest lie you could tell yourself is that someone out there in their human form is capable to repay your sincerity. They won’t and it’s a good thing. Let the reward come from the Master. And let it come in the eternal life.
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In Marandi’s calculations, Yemen is a part of Iran, and as an IRGC spokesperson, he is confidently speaking on behalf of the terrorist Houthi militia they prop.
I was watching this scene in a drama where a woman was battling withdrawals and panic attacks after a messy separation, and it hit a little too close to home.
Because that’s what a toxic person can leave you with. Gasping for air, trying to convince your own body that you’re safe when every nerve in it is screaming otherwise. You become addicted to the the toxicity that keeps breaking you, because somewhere along the way, your brain starts mistaking the end of pain for happiness - while the one who broke you carries on making room for others, without an ounce of remorse or empathy about the damage they left behind.
And perhaps that is why Allah tells us to seek sakinah in our spouses. Tranquility. A love that allows the soul to rest. He does not tell us to chase butterflies or mistake intensity for intimacy. He reminds us of a peace that settles into the heart.
Because peace can feel monotonous when you’ve grown accustomed to chaos. It can feel boring when you’re conditioned to anticipate the next argument, or the next withdrawal of affection.
Peace is abundance. It is being loved without having to bleed for it. It is sleeping without a knot in your chest, speaking without rehearsing every word, and existing without the constant fear that one wrong move will cost you someone’s affection.
May Allah grant us the wisdom to recognise that not everything that sets our hearts on fire is meant to warm us. Some things burn us to the ground. And may He grant us the strength to stop calling the ashes love.