An amazing explanation for smudged ink I came across in an October 1, 1897 letter from Rachel (a teenage girl in finishing school in Philadelphia) to her cousin Jack at Yale.

ولا قرأت البخاري معنا !!

— Deborah Harkness, The Book of Life

— Dalai Lama (via thoughtkick)

How one day I was in a rush and in the midst of all the chaos I mention how I wished that I thought to iron my clothes earlier in the day. I look down at my wrinkly clothes and throw them onto the bed, getting ready to step into the shower. When I come out of the shower, I see him humming to himself while he irons my clothes.  Or how whenever I am craving something he goes out of his way to make sure that I have it. Like, I mentioned I like green apples instead of red (red apples are his favorite) so he replaces all the red apples in the house with green apples. Or how I mention I am craving I want sushi so he searches day and night till he found a sushi spot. And there was that one time we went shopping and I kept staring at this one top but I didn’t have my wallet with me so I decided I’d get it another day. But then I see that he already purchased it and a headscarf to match it. Like the day that I was staring at the makeup isle from the corner of my eye but I walked away because I didn’t want to bore him with my obsession with lipstick but he takes my hand and drags me back to the makeup and tells me to go crazy. Or how I told him I wanted him to wear blue the day of our wedding but if he couldn’t find it it was okay. But he was so persistent and spent 4 days of nonstop shopping (he hates shopping) in order to find a blue sherwani to match my saree.  Or how he remembers the details. Like my favorite color is green so he always buys me green gifts. That I like cats so he tells me about random stray cats he sees or points them out whenever we go out. Or that I thought one of his shirts would look better with black jeans so he randomly surprises me a week later by going out and buying black jeans. Or how I tell him sometimes I think I take too many selfies but instead of discouraging me he tells me to send him a selfie whenever I get dressed up to go anywhere hahaha. Or how he always holds the car door open for me and he tucks in my saree to make sure it doesn’t get caught. Or when he learned that I like soft pillows so in the middle of the night he goes out and gets me the softest pillow he can find. Before we got married he told me that he has very little to offer me, that he is a man of little wealth, a simple man. But if he only knew that I value the little things, how much the little things mean to me. 

I did something really cute today

— Azra.T “The World’s Gift”

— John Masefield, from The Collected Poems; “Sorrow of my Death,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Maw’idha an-Nisā | Page 36

A revelation from He who created the earth and highest heavens.

Albanian youths in traditional clothes in front of an old mosque in Ulcinj, Montenegro. 

Tiny wooden mosque on mount Igman, Bosnia and Herzegovina (x)

— As the lights wink out…