One God

She’s always receiving the compliments from left, right and centre everywhere we go.

She doesn’t even have to try to be beautiful, she just naturally is. Allah swt has blessed her with these stunning natural long and thick eyelashes. You would think it’s fake and wouldn’t believe her when she tells you it’s not.

She has a very natural beautiful physique. Has curves all in the right places.

She has the most symmetrical face. Soft feminine features. Has natural blush.

She’s got the kind of beauty that my mother is worried about. She never had to worry about me. She’s going to receive proposals the second she graduates highschool my mother says. Already when we go out, my sister has mothers asking about her for their sons. All their eyes look past me and just stare at her. 10 years older than her and I’ve never had a proposal.

After receiving this message, I took a break from tumblr. It’s been a few months.

Not once did this not cross my mind or my heart. Your words Whixh Allah sett has sent you to tell me made me cry…

It broke my heart, yet restored it at the same time.

The heart is weak. We get attached to things that don’t belong to us.. He was the only person to make me feel this way. No one has made me feel those feelings..ever..

I ask Allah swt to forgive us all..

I ask Him swt to bless you for your words. For Him to protect you from all harms. 🌹🌹

Saw you after 2 months & none of those feelings exist anymore. Bittersweet. I thoroughly enjoyed liking you. Was something exciting and foreign. I miss liking you.. I miss the feeling of excitement, I miss looking forward to seeing you, and I miss the way you used to make me feel.

But I thoroughly enjoy making Allah swt happy 10 times more, I missed pleasing Allah, I missed the feeling of asking for forgiveness, I missed looking forward to praying, & I missed the way I used to feel before meeting you.

Since leaving that job, not a day goes by where I don’t think of you..

The first month was challenging. The first week was hell. The second was okay, the third I forgot your voice and the forth week was okay.

But 2 months out, and I still think of you. Still make dua for you..

They don’t know how hard is it to act like everything is okay. To not let anything slip.