Anyone Else Just Woke Up One Day And Realized That Our Time On This Earth Is Limited And That They Really

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

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كيف يمكن للإيمان أن ينمو في مكان ذبل فيه أصله ؟

How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted? As I grow older, I have come to understand the importance of feeling connected. The intention to self-reflect of one’s spiritual development. To pause for appreciation of Allah’s ‎ﷻ creation. We live in a world where the reminders of Allah are slowly ceasing; The trees are now replaced with skyscrapers. The sky and the natural lights, are replaced with lamp posts and bulbs. The hymn of a bird’s song and wind can no longer be heard outside of the horns and engines.

How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted?

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The House of the Dead

“Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness & devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk & sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is ‘just about’, miraculously, to come into her own – her own life.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

No one is ever holy without suffering.

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

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