A Tale of MushuThaLohari

Bookstore clerk: Can I help you with anything?

اللهم اجعلني ممن لا يفعل إلا خير ولا يقول إلا خير ولا يُذكر إلا بالخير

Ya Rabb, Ya Karim, whoever wishes good for me in the secrecy of the night or in the openness of daylight, grant them double of what they’ve wished for me. And whoever wishes harm to touch me, pardon them and stretch distance and forgiveness between us.

I love the feeling of a book in my hands. My fingertips run over the cover, sensing the magic of the adventures that lie within it. The possibilities: Expansion of my mind,soothing of my soul. Knowledge is power.

‏اللهم أينما كان الرضا اجعله دائماً في قلبي

A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.

“i still love you but last night instead of scanning through our text messages a little rabbit looking for the flaw in her den; i went to sleep and forgot about them i still love you but my hair smells like a new brand of conditioner and i cut it so i feel light, i feel whole and your hands wouldn’t recognize it, have never run their course through the new styles i’ve been trying because i don’t care if you like it down anymore i still love you; some part of me fears that i’ll always love you, a small seashell amount, a shard of glass hidden in my bedsheets i still love you but i am learning how to love myself as wide as beaches, to check under the covers for sharp things and when i find them, to put them somewhere i won’t see i still love you but i am better at loving me.”