Ummatii

high school is not your entire life, and neither is college. it is just the beginning, so stop assuming that it is the only time at which you can peak. for a lot of us out there, we only flourish once we enter our adult lives. success and happiness will never show themselves to you if you’ve already decided that you’ve reached your full potential and cannot get any better than you already are. when your mindset grows, so does your set of opportunities.

His moods were contagious somehow He’d laugh - and I would feel my entire world light up And when he’s angry, when he’s hurt or sad - I would feel it in every cell in my body, down to my bones Like we were connected somehow on some deep intellectual level I catch myself sometimes wondering if our souls were intertwined in some way If when we first met, before either of us realised it, his soul and mine recognised each other, and twirled together Maybe - just maybe this connection went beyond skins and bones Because it felt like a part of him was fused within me, like he got under my skin, to my heart, and attached himself to the very core of my being

In Punjabi, there is no direct translation of “I miss you”. So I’ll say “Teri yaad sataundi ah” instead which roughly translates to “Your memory makes me suffer” and I think that’s more accurate.

me: I’m actually feeling good rn :~) this day is gonna be grea-

My dear, when I tell you about hope, I want you to imagine the sweat dropping off Hajra’s skin as she insistently runs for water in the midst of the desert. I want you to feel the pain and the strength of a father like Ibrahim when he looked into his son’s eyes as a sacrifice to God; Feel the betrayal in Yusuf’s heart when his own flesh and blood tossed him away like garbage and the thick darkness inside a whale where Yunus resided, alone. I want you to picture the wide sea in front of your feet as Musa fled from the pharaoh and how terrified Asiyah must’ve been as she resisted her violent husband. Scream, as Bilal’s bones get crushed while his mouth uttered the shahada and wonder how Rasulullah could still continue his path as blood was flowing down his head and soiled meat was thrown at him. And maybe then when you see it all, feel it all, imagine it all, you would learn that thirst didn’t win over Hajra and Ismael, and Ismael wasn’t slayed. Neither did Yusuf end up unsuccessful and Yunus forgotten. Musa and his people still crossed the sea, Bilal saved out of nowhere and Muhammad’s mission is blooming like never before - because my dear hope means not seeing an escape yourself, but knowing that Allah always does.

It is reported that ʿAbdullāh bin ʿAmr bin Al-ʿĀs (Allāh be pleased with them) said: “Leave alone what you have nothing to do with, and do not speak about what does not concern you, and secure your tongue like you secure your money.”

who you are in high school is not who you will be in college and who you are in college is not who you will be when you are 30.

Sometimes you let go of people without even noticing. You stop thinking of them every day. You stop waiting for them to reply to you. You stop allowing them to take up so much space in your life. You move on, you go about your day without worrying about them. You stop expecting them to come back with an apology. You accept that they are no longer a part of your life. You just let them go, simple as that.