It’s okay to admit that you’re not okay.
Pain doesn’t make you less worthy. It doesn’t make you weak.
It just means you’ve lived. And survived. And are still trying your best everyday.
Gaza tak baik-baik saja.
Negeri kita tak baik-baik saja.
Tapi ini adalah 10 hari terakhir Ramadan.
Saat bumi rasanya terdesak, inilah saatnya hanya mengadu pada Dia yang merajai segalanya.
Mungkin, Allah sedang rindu doa-doa paling serius kita.
Ramadan arrives like an old friend, inviting not demanding. A time to soften, to surrender, to set down burdens. It is hunger, but not just of the body; a longing for stillness, grace, and abundance in less. Welcome home, dear Ramadan. I have been waiting for you.
my father always told me: “if you want to go for a run, go for a run, don’t look for company. sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, like-minded people will find you themselves.” and only recently have i realized that this principle works everywhere.