Heal me on the Day of Arafah, Ya Allah. Heal me so deeply that even my memories stop hurting. Replace the tears in my eyes with light in my heart. Make me forget the words that wounded me and remember only that You are enough for me.
يا عبادي،
لو أنَّ أوَّلَكُم وآخِرَكُم .. وإِنسَكُم وجِنَّكُم،
قاموا في صعيدٍ واحدٍ، فسألوني فأعطيْتُ كلَّ إِنسانٍ مسألَتَهُ، ما نقَصَ ذلِكَ مِمَّا عندي، إِلَّا كما يَنقُصُ الْمِخْيِطُ إذا أُدْخِلَ البَحر!
deep down i know i still have a lot to experience but i feel like i’ve missed out on a lot as well, i can’t even decide if i’m the type to see the glass half empty or half full. life is not for the weak tho.