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O Allah please make us amongst them.
Ibn Mas’ūd (radiAllahu anhu) said:
Do not befriend except one who assists you in the remembrance (dhikr) of Allah.
الزهد لأبي داود (١/١٢٦)
Shaykh Khalid Rashid: Ghuraba Strangers.
If you really want it ,Tahajjud it.
Poems & Words
Allahﷻ defended you in battles that you didn't know existed?
TASTE OF CHERRY ‘طعم گيلاس, Ta’m-e gīlās’ (1997) dir. Abbas Kiarostami
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
Tarq-e-ta'aluqaat pe roya na tu na Mai, lekin ye kya k Chain se soya na tu na mai...
Ye jo mohabbatein hoti hai na, insaan ko barbaad kr deti hai
#Nfak #urdu #mohabbat
The heart of the one you turn too, is in the hands of the one you turn away from.
One of the salaf said: “Rajab is like the wind and Sha'ban is like cloud-cover while Ramadan is like the rain. Thus, whoever does not sow in Rajab and does not water in Sha'ban, how does he expect to harvest in Ramadan!” اللهم بلغنا رمضان
There are some pain you never wish to get rid off...
#pain #love
Jisey aap khona nahi chahte Wo aapka hona nhi chahta .
-danyal (via luquemxn)
Rona chahain aur ro na paye,
Aisi hai tanhaai.
I want to cry but I cannot,
Such is loneliness.
NFAK
I went to the market to buy some blood. I told the owner, ‘show me your finest blood’. He pointed me in the direction of the blood that was most fresh, that of London and Paris and Manchester. ‘It is exquisite’, I told him, ‘but it is not what I am looking for’ Then he showed me the blood of Germany and Orlando and Brussels, blood that had been healing months after it had been split. ‘It is extraordinarily’, I told him, as I watched it tend to it’s wounds, ‘but it is still not what I am looking for.’ 'Is there nothing finer?’ I asked. He shook his head and replied 'sorry ma'am, that is all I have’. And with a heavy heart I turned away, ready to walk. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw a river of magnificence and magnitude, enriched with something I could not recognise. 'What is that?’ I asked, turning to them once more. 'That?’ He replied, 'It is nothing.’ 'No!’ I cried, 'tell me!’ 'That’, he said, 'is the blood that is worthless. No one wants this blood ma'am. It is discarded blood and disowned by the rest of the world’ 'Who’s is it?’ I cried. 'Well’, he said, 'where do I begin?’ And with a deep breath he said; 'It is the blood of Palestine, Infused with the cries of Syria, And the grief of Afghanistan. It is the screams of Burma, Mulled with the tears of Iraq, And the suffering of Somalia. It is the sorrows of Yemen, Alongside the weeping of Sudan, And the sweat of Pakistan.
diaryofaniqaabi // pray for the world (via diaryofaniqaabi)
U know the reasons,but u still ask
#hiddens
Did i loose u? No, i can never loose
Assuring my heart
Listen, O Liberty, and harken unto us. Turn your gaze towards us, O mother of the earth’s inhabitants. For we are not the offspring of your rival. Speak with the tongue of any one of us; for from one spark the draw straw catches fire. Awaken the sound of your wings the spirit of one of our men; for from one cloud one lightning flash illuminates valley-lanes and mountain- tops. Disperse with your resolve these dark clouds. Descend as a thunderbolt. Destroy like a catapult the props of those thrones erected on bones and skulls; plated with the gold of taxes and bribery; soaked in blood and tears. Listen to us, O Liberty. Have compassion on us, O Daughter of Athens. Rescue us, O Sister of Rome. Save us, O Companion of Moses. Come to our aid, O beloved of Mohammad. Teach us, O bride of Jesus. Strengthen our hearts that we may live; or strengthen the arms of our enemies against us that we may wither, perish and find peace. - Khalil Gibran
