dearly beloved: i hope when someone you love goes quiet at the dinner table, you do not fill the silence with the weather or the news. i hope you know by now that fine
is the word we use when we have given up
on being understood.
dearly beloved, i hope you learn to read the smal
One thing I find so heartwarming about the Sufi tradition is that it actually gestures at God’s sense of humour.
It laughs at the absurdity of the soul pretending not to know what it already knows.
my Allah, al Lateef, is so subtle in His mercy sometimes.
need to realize it may be that Allah has already answered my longing in a language too gentle for ambition to hear.
life has been so agonizing lately but today i woke up to the sun on my face & for a fleeting moment, i was nowhere except where Allah had placed me. there was nothing to accomplish, no future to negotiate with. only life & warmth.
and I almost missed it