mashghul b layla

i've been sick for almost a week—high fever, and i couldn't stay awake for long on some days. that’s how bad it was. i probably passed out a few times between migraines and chest pains, and nobody was home. i wish i could have more rest days, especially on sundays, but adulthood is occupying my life. i wish i could just curl up. it is lonely, and has been, and will always remain a loneliness that echoes till the end.

With the impulses of my heart and light footsteps

‏وإني لأطيل العجب من كل من يدعي أنه يحب من نظرة واحدة, ولا أكاد أصدقه ، ولا أجعل حبه إلا ضرباً من الشهوة ، وما لصق بأحشائي حب قط إلا مع الزمن الطويل و بعد ملازمة الشخص لي دهراً وأخذي معه في كل جد وهزل.

Going abroad, not knowing if I am able to fulfill my due. Pray for vast rizq, kheyr and good health. May Allah accept.

I don't ever want to see you again and never should you come by where I am or where I work.

Nothing boosts iman like nature, or reading about it.

Still aiding a broken heart of a few years. Somehow the hurt comes now and then. Sometimes a broken heart doesn't fully heal, it finds its way back.

tonight we sat in a majlis, listening to hadiths about rahmah. these gatherings always leave my soul at peace and my heart at rest. alhamdulilla. happy new year, may Allah make this year better than it was before, grant us ease in our affairs, make us far from sins and accept our deeds.