Entering June with a heart that says: “Ya Allah, if the first half of this year was heavy, please make the remaining months full of miracles and ease.“
You know what turns me on? Effort. Reassurance. Show me you care, show me you really want me. I’m tired of wondering whether people are here to stay or just passing through.
i hope i marry a man who understands how important the little things are. folding clothes when i’m exhausted, washing the dishes after i cook, putting gas in the car for me, sending me flowers when i’m having a bad day. it’s the little things that show true appreciation.
One of the scariest punishment in Islam isn't the fire, it's when Allah stops guiding you. When you're left alone with your own egos and own desires.
No signs hit. No advice feels deep. You become numb and you think you're fine.