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i will never forget that time when i went for umrah and saw the sign “Guest of Ar-Rahman”. realizing I was one of those guests, hit me with a wave of gratitude hardly described with words. I felt incredibly blessed and deeply honored. out of many of His servants, I was a chosen one, a guest of the King of all kings. My heart was overflowing with indescribable joy, humility, and love. I couldn't help but wonder: What did my Lord see in me? What act, what tear, what prayer made me worthy of this honor? And i couldn't find any, it was only one reason that came to my mind, it was just His mercy. No words could truly capture the emotions I felt. It was a moment of pure closeness, a reminder that Allah sees us, knows us, and when He chooses us—it is always with wisdom and love.I will carry that moment in my heart forever. A moment that reminded me who I am in His eyes: not forgotten, not overlooked—but honored. A guest of Ar-Rahman.

who needs enemies when you have your own brain

sorry i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue 

اللهم لا تحرِمُنى خيرَ ما عِندكَ بِسُوءِ ما عِندى.

I can’t say this enough… people that truly love you will always choose to fix the situation rather than lose you.

أعوذ بالله من أن أرميّ كلامًا على أحد أستشفي فيه لنفسي أو أقلل من قيمته أو أظهر عيوبه أو أسخر منه، أعوذ بالله أن يأخذني الكبر والغرور للحد الذي لا أراعي قلب أو أداري المشاعر أو أن أنهزم لضغينة أو حقد، ونسأل اللّٰه سلامة السريرة وصفاء القلب وحسن الظن والإحسان واللطف في القول و العمل.

It all lead me to understanding myself better

oh to lay on someone’s chest as they read to you

‏" يشعر الإنسان بأنّه أخذ حظًّا من الدنيا، إن وجد ولو شخصًا واحدًا أنيسًا لقلبه ."