To me, jennah is the place where you get to be with the people you love, including those you can’t always be with in this life. And being with them forever.
Nothing is difficult if you seek it through your Lord, and nothing is easy if you seek it through yourself.
They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction – and from attachment to attachment.
It’s never easy to stand when the storm hits. And that’s exactly the point. By sending the wind, He brings us to our knees: the perfect position to pray.
O Lord, make my soul a sanctuary, a fortress within. That no one and nothing can disturb. A place of calm, silence, and serenity, untouched by the outside world.
Some people should not be allowed to see beyond your surface. Seeing your vulnerability is a privilege, not meant for everyone.
The secret to happiness is to never make it dependent on that which can be taken away.
The mind replays what the heart can’t delete.
Tawakkul is having complete trust that Allah’s plan is the best plan.
But, once in a while, people enter your life that you love – not for what they give you – but for what they are. The beauty you see in them is a reflection of the Creator, so you love them. Now suddenly it isn’t about what you’re getting, but rather what you can give. This is unselfish love.
Be wholehearted.
Sometimes, the ocean floor is only a stop on the journey. And it is when you are at this lowest point, that you are faced with a choice. You can stay there at the bottom, until you drown. Or you can gather pearls and rise back up – stronger from the swim and richer from the jewels.
The worst prison is not made of metal bars. The worst prison is when your internal reality does not match your external reality.
Today, we’re no longer just ‘Muslim’. We’re ‘progressives’, ‘Islamists’, ‘traditionalists’, ‘salafis’, ‘indigenous’, and ‘immigrants’. And each group has become so alienated from the other, that we’ve almost forgotten that we share a common creed.
This world cannot break you – unless you give it permission. And it cannot own you unless you hand it the keys – unless you give it your heart.
If given a choice between stoic justice and compassion, I choose compassion. And if given a choice between worldly leadership and heaven at my feet – I choose heaven.
She was a queen, yet saw through the thrones and palaces of this world.
When you love something so much, protect what you love, and the bond between you, by making the love about Allah.
What kind of Muslim are you? The question seems odd, but for those who seek to divide and conquer Islam, the answer has become increasingly important. Even more disturbing are the labels we assign ourselves.
My laughter won’t last forever – but neither will my tears.