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When biding farewell in Islam we say

“فِی امان اللہ”

which translates into “in the safety of Allah” or “in Gods hands”

and i find it so beautiful because indeed what you entrust or leave in the care of Allah,

is never lost…

p.s (this is my first ever post on tumblr and i’m looking forward to more of it )

#mahmoud darwish #دعاء #sad poem #duaa #islamicpost #allah #desi academia #islam

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Hiraeth (n.)

a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

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i'm not going to rush love because i want to find the one that is patient enough to understand me when i don't even understand myself. one that will allow me to speak up and freely communicate my emotions and thoughts without being barricaded with invalidation. one that is more of a safe place than a toxic space, one that is always willing to resolve arguments. a love with trust as its foundation. a love that is honest even about the smallest of things. one that is respectful enough to not overstep my boundaries nor do anything to intentionally hurt me. one that apologizes and also forgives. one that doesn't change the way they see me by the mistakes i commit and my imperfections as a person. a love that is consistent and has pure intentions for me. a love that assures without being asked. one that loves all of me and accepts me for who i am, for who i was and for who i will become. above all, a love that may not be perfect but will be worth all that i could lose. until then, i'll wait.

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#desi academia #streetsnap #The streets of Hunza are straight out of pinterest 🫶🏽

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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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and i would die for you, and i don’t mind bullets shattering my ribcage as long as you bring flowers to my funeral…

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‘I miss you’ in Persian is ‘dilam barāyat tang shuda’ meaning, ‘your absence constricts my heart.’