Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: How to Recognize and Heal the Invisible Effects of Childhood Emotional Neglect
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Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: How to Recognize and Heal the Invisible Effects of Childhood Emotional Neglect

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Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: How to Recognize and Heal the Invisible Effects of Childhood Emotional Neglect
Ibn al-Qayyim (رَحِمَهُ ٱللَّٰهُ) said:
"Forgiveness is more beloved to Allaah than revenge.
Mercy is more beloved to Him than punishment.
Grace is more beloved to Him than justice.
Giving is more beloved to Him than withholding."
Source: Madarij as-Salikeen (v. 1, p. 228)
An Arab poet said...
It’s Allah’s love for you that you love Allah.

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I'm five years old,
and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
A chef,
a pilot,
maybe a lawyer,
or president.
The possibilities seem endless and just within reach.
I can't wait to get older.
I'm sixteen,
and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
It all seems like a lot.
Too much,
and the feeling makes me a little nauseous.
I'm still a kid,
and everyone insists that I decide on the rest of my life now.
Before it's too late,
and I don't know what to do.
I don't want to get older.
I'm 26 now,
and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
And that's okay.
I don't know if I'll ever know for sure,
but I'm not worried.
I'm exploring.
Trying new things,
and discovering talents I didn't know I had.
I wonder where I'll be in five years.
I'm not sure,
but I will be happy if I'm here to find out.
When will I grow up?
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
Samir Bookshop and Publishing House, Gaza
the most important bookstore in the Gaza Strip, destroyed this morning by Israeli bombs
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…karena agak lowong, saya jadi pengen cerita ayat Al Qur’an yang saya baca dua hari ini. Semoga bermanfaat :)
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Selalu saja hujan itu di pipi. Tapi tidak bagiku. Hujan itu ada pada senyuman; kerana tanpa diketahui sesiapa, satu senyuman itu telah mendiamkan seribu taufan yang tidak tertampung air mata. Di sebalik gigi yang tersusun rapi pada senyuman yang lebar, ada luka di tepian lidah yang berbentuk gigitan geraham, sebagai peringatan dari kenyataan bahawa ada duka yang tidak terlisankan. Lidah yang mampu menyusun rima dan kata tiba-tiba bisu dalam rentak gerimis yang menyambut datang ribut emosi. Lantas senyuman yang sudah mahir membisukan tangis menjadi utusan, pemberi khabar palsu kepada dunya seolah-olah ada hutang budi yang harus dibalas kepada kedinginannya. Lantas, topeng ini menjadi bahan tafsiran untuk yang melihat, satu-satunya tafsiran yang diterima. Ternyata, topeng inilah yang memayungimu; kerana seringkali yang senyum menguntumkannya hanya disebabkan takut kehilangan - lantaran tiada siapa yang ingin dibasahi hujan.
sedikit gerimis dariku
I thought it had not been that long since words were always etched on my tongue, and there were always empty papers to tear with paper-cut thoughts, and empty spaces to fill with building blocks of poems that I stacked in alphabetical order like a toddler.
When did I miss it that this silence had been longer than my poems could ever tear through; that it had become an abyss of emptiness that my ink could never find the end of the page of. When did I miss it that I had no paper left to be written - or that I had left the ink bared to dry.
All that left were wordless thoughts and soundless voices; paperless books. It would have been nice to turn these pages and fold their edges; to press beautiful leaves between folio of words, left to die in the shade of autumn. It would have been nice to burn these papers with words.
When did I miss it that I had stopped writing?
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Aku sangka tidak begitu lama sejak kata-kata selalu saja ada terlisan di atas lidahku, dan selalu saja ada kertas kosong untuk dirobek dengan fikiran yang setajam tepian kertas, dan ruang kosong untuk di isi dengan blok puisi yang aku susun dalam susunan alfabet seperti seorang anak kecil yang sedang bermain.
Sejak bilakah aku tidak menyedari bahawa bisuku ini sudah terlanjur berpanjangan mengalahkan puisiku yang tidak lagi dapat mengoyak menembusinya; bahawa telah ada kekosongan yang dakwatku tidak akan mampu menemui penghujung lembaran kekosongan ini. Bilakah aku terlepas pandang bahawa aku tidak lagi mempunyai kertas untuk ditulis - atau bahawa dakwatku sudah ditinggal kering.
Yang tinggal hanya fikiran tanpa kata-kata dan suara tanpa bunyi; sebuah buku tanpa lembaran. Alangkah bagus sekiranya dapat membuka setiap lembaran ini dan melipat hujung tepinya, menyimpan daun yang cantik untuk dibiar mati di antara permukaan lembar-lembar kata sehingga ia bertukar ke warna musim luruh. Alangkah bagus untuk membakar kertas-kertas ini dengan kata-kata.
Sejak bilakah aku tidak menyedari bahawa aku telah berhenti menulis?
HMK
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Kata-kataku tidak mampu meluahkan tentang sebuah cinta yang terletak di antara umat dan Rasulnya. | Namun, begitu juga diamku.
Dengan lidah mahupun hati, yang dengannya setiap penyair tidak pernah jemu menulis. | Atau pun dengan diamnya sang bulan yang tertulis di dalam syairnya..
Dengan dakwat mahupun darah, yang dengannya para da'ie fisabilillah rela mengalirkan. | Atau pun dengan diamnya para mujahidin apabila bertemu syahid..
Dengan satu ayat mahupun gerbang kata, yang dengannya para cendiakawan mengisi hidupnya. | Atau pun dengan diamnya seorang buta huruf ketika diberi tulisan..
Ternyata, kita dapat mencintai seseorang tanpa bahasa.
Dan di dunia tanpa bahasa ini, umatmu belum pernah mengenali bahasa kecuali setelah mencintaimu... dengan bahasa cinta.
Salam 'alaika, ya hayyati 😢
HMK
Dari umatmu, yang memohon maafmu.
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Jangan. Jangan putus asa.
Kupeluk diriku yang rebah.
Allah hasn’t abandoned you, He is not ignoring you and He is certainly not unaware of you. He holds your life in His hands, for every second that your heart beats is a sign of His sustenance. Every second of everyday is granted to you out of His Mercy.