when you hear of my death, do not let my name pass your lips without a du’ā. ask Allāh to forgive me, have mercy on me, and grant me jannāh.

and then suddenly everything worked out in your favor.

nothing heals like turning back to Allāh.

one day, someone’s going to love you so well that everything you went through will finally make sense.

the older we get, the clearer it becomes that islam isn’t a restriction, it’s a protection.

i pray you meet someone who goes above and beyond for you and call it ‘bare minimum’.

to the girl reading this, I hope you find a man who yearns only for you🤍.

happiest when i’m getting closer to my deen<3.

you don’t have to be palestinian to feel the weight of what’s happening. you just have to be human.

islām keeps me sane. idk where i’d be without it.

if you see goodness in me, it is only because Allāh has willed it and mercifully concealed my flaws.