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خُلقت أكتاف الرجال لحمل البنادق ، و لرأس إمرأة أضناها الألم

The shoulders of men were created to carry rifles, also to carry the head of a woman who has lost in pain.

The hardest part about being someone who inspires others is when you are struggling silently yourself. You remind others to have sabr, to trust Allah, to keep going while you are the one barely holding on. You speak of Allah’s mercy, yet cry at night, wondering why your own heart still feels heavy sometimes. You offer hope, even as you quietly ask Allah to heal the wounds you never mention.

But maybe that is what makes your words so real because you have felt the pain and still choose to turn to Allah with whatever strength you have left.

كتبها حبيبي بالدمع الحزين

فتحت الرسالة حروفها ضايعين

ومرقت أيام وغربتنا سنين

وحروف الرسالة محيها الشتي

The stranger passed by and gave me a message

My lover had written with his tears

I opened the letter, its letters were lost

And days passed, years made us strangers

ﻣﻦ ﻗﺎﻝ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺎﻓﺎﺕ ﺗﻐﻴﺮ ﺷﻴﺌﺎً ؟

Their names pass by and we smile from our depths,

Who said distance changes anything ?