Love is… <3
Love is… <3
I am so amazed at how intricately simple and exhaustively beautiful the human body is. I use exhaustive because no matter how much you study, how much you understand, it’s magnificent perfection will always be out of your grasp.
My god, we’re amazed at the sun, stars and heavenly bodies but this, this is something else. The neural and blood system running through your body is so ravishing. Absolutely breath-taking.
I sound like a madman but truly. These systems, everything, conglomerates in us. Bones so carefully placed, our faces sculpted to pin-point perfection - able to express a myriad of expressions in mere nanoseconds. Our skin, wrapping everything in such a glorious manner. Radiant. Simply, awe-inspiring.
I mean, work of nature or God himself (whatever you believe, and both even), you have to appreciate such a work of art. Subhan’allah. Masha’allah. We take forgranted what beautiful machines our souls are housed in. Just - Subhan’allah. Lord, you are truly al-Musawwir (the Fashioner, the Designer, the Shaper). and we are truly ignorant of your perfection.
And despite all this, despite all this beauty, you know what I can’t stop thinking? For such petty things as race, as skin color, as language - we destroy and defile these magnificent works of art. The things that deepen our beauty, which signify the greatness of God, we use as an excuse for murder.
We are lowly creatures indeed. Unworthy of what is gifted to us.
I adore the fact that within Islamic philosophy, love, attachments, friendships, and marriage are not independent of your love for God.
For, if thought about logically; how can you love the being which was created without first admiring the creator himself? How can you appreciate the beauty of your beloved, without first coming to the unfathomable infinity that is God - the origin of all love, beauty and truth.
In every single smile
Every single sigh
Every minute detail
Traces of you are there
Wherever you may be
I will search till we meet
In my heart you will be
Your love is all I need
I’m gonna end the night with this and go do some dihkr. I need to get a grip on reality before I slip too, too much. Good night all, may all your souls be at peace tonight.
I am on 40 mins of sleep and I can’t deal. I’m about to explode. Like I’m smiling - but I’m crying. I’m hurting so much inside, but I am so humbled by the gifts I’ve been blessed with. I don’t know what to do with life.
Like, you can’t stop the flow of it - but you can’t help but be beaten down by it. And you have no control. Absolutely none. But at the same time - there are moments of such immense beauty. When you meet new people and their stories take your breath away. Their stories drive you to be like them. To take on some of their qualities because they are such magnificent creatures.
A childhood friend who is just turning 20 in a couple of days told me she’s been diagnosed with breast cancer. We don’t know anything yet in detail.
Please, please, please, for her sake and mine, please pray for her.
Insha’allah - I don’t really know what to do or what to say and I’ve been taught to pray at moments like these but I don’t want to pray alone. Strength is in numbers. Please.
God help us all.
T-minus 45 mins till Salat-ul-Eid/Eid Prayers.
Me struggling to get into my clothes.
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s Qawalli’s on full blast.
And so Eid begins haha.
It’s Khatm-ul-Qur’an today at the mosque, and since tomorrow might be the the last fast I thought I might write about one of the biggest lessons I learned this year throughout Ramadan. It’s a pretty simple lesson, and one that is true whether you’re Muslim or not (I’ve just catered this post to Muslims, sorry :P).
It’s probably the most cliche thing you’ll hear, but really, don’t ever judge people. People struggle with things, outwardly and inwardly, and it doesn’t get us as a society or as a community anywhere by putting them down. Show everyone your compassion and kindness, don’t push them down any further. Even if they wanted to be different, we’re not helping anyone by smearing their dignity.
How did Ramadan pass so quickly?
I’m going to miss these days and nights soo much. Iftaar parties with my famjam. Spending the whole night together. Praying taraweeh together. Eating a late dinner which pretty much acts as suhoor. Attending the mosque together. Ugh.
Imma miss this so much.
Insha’allah I’ll be around for next years. Things might be a little different since I have the work term, but I really hope It’ll bring other joys.