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I finally understand it. I understand why they say to sit and value the small moments. Why you take an extra hour with the people you love, or why you watch the clock not wanting the hands to move. Why people take pictures and ‘snaps’ of everything. It’s because they want to remember the feeling. They lock it all in a photo or lyrics or a scent or words. One day you say bye to your best friend, start the engine and drive away, hoping and praying you meet again because your heart was so full. In reality, the days were long. They felt so short, but they were blissfully busy, fulfilling really. Sometimes you think about the people you wish you could linger with, stay with, stare out the window in silence with. Sometimes you want time to stop and say it’s okay, stay in this moment but it won’t. It doesn’t. Because just like the hand will move to the next minute, as does life. It carries on. Whether that’s painfully or beautifully, it does. Often you wish you were given more time, not too much time, just a few more minutes or hours or days because right now, pieces of my heart aren’t with me. No amount of blankets wrapping my heart will prepare me for this fall. Perhaps it’s cruel to be so hopefully optimistic, but if we don’t be, what else is there to hold on to? I don’t think the soul was being ironically pretentious because it loves who it loves right. Maybe verging on the edge is a blessing in disguise. Some stories, I cannot tell. This story is one of my soul. The souls affairs are not the same as life’s eventualities.

#poetry #books #diary #life #reality #frustrations #poem #best friend #cake

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I opened my window, allowing the birdsong in, for it was inherently more beautiful than falling asleep to my elaborate mind.

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As you are cooking, waiting for cookies in the oven, standing in a queue, drying your hair, waiting for a prayer to start, making your morning coffee, rubbing your hands together as the car warms up for the morning rounds, or on a long journey, remember Allah. Glorify Allah, thank your Creator, and turn to Him. Make the mundane moments beautiful.

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I can feel this

watching the sunset, going on late night drives, soft radio noise, looking at the stars, light warm breezes, and closing your eyes and being content with where you are at that moment.

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“Don't get too deep, it leads to over thinking, and over thinking leads to problems that doesn't even exist in the first place.”

— Jayson Engay

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the combination of the smell of books and the sound of rain…absolute perfection.

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I too feel like a Fictional character in my own book sometimes

at this point it’s me and my books against the world.

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How do you ever know when to suffice on what makes you happy and simultaneously balance the ‘this will be best for my future?’ How do you know what’s inherently important and what’s inevitably required of you? How do you decide? What if it makes you happy afterwards, just not presently??

Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy.

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walking around paris, france

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What dreams are made of

via autumn_and_winter_collection_

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So I’m super in the mood to write about something today. I’ve actually thought about sitting to write for the past few days. The habit of Sunday morning tea in bed and writing for a while has gone out the window. I don’t really know why, or maybe I do actually. Anyway, the candle is flickering, heater’s blaring (expect anything less from UK weather?) and I think I’m rather slumped. Usually there’s lots to write about, there still is, don’t get me wrong, but I’m beginning to enjoy leaving it all in my mind. It’s not all as heavy as it used to be and maybe that’s because I’m beginning to truly compartmentalise. Is this patience? The ability to leave it at the back of your mind and go about the rest of your days and hours and weeks without acknowledging it? Is patience when you bite your tongue from saying something to negatively impact others, even when something needs to be done? Is patience when you know you’re tumbling but you’re aware there’s a Higher Power taking care of you? I think patience is an individual perception, yet everyone one of us observe it in the same way: Reliance upon our Creator. Grief, anger, frustration, sadness are all solid, down to earth emotions, yet they’re a collection of dissimilarities created to turn back to The Almighty. I’m feeling cold and sleepy now but it’s quiet and dark and peaceful and it may just be time for a cup of tea :)

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It’s crazy when you feel like it’s all too much, when you don’t know your worth and then suddenly crappy people, complicated situations, life all teach you that maybe you are worth so much more and that people really don’t deserve you. I say this because I was going to get to a point eventually where I felt like people aren’t worth everything I give. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl. That’s how I’ve always been. I don’t plan on changing that, for anyone. But I won’t allow toxicity or half-hearted people into my life anymore. The people I surround myself with will be conditional. It has to be like this because I know my worth now.

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Is it that the little things heal the quickest? Eating your favourite fruit, walking amongst crunchy leaves, talking to the people who love you, 12am cereal, stacking books that you were supposed to read a year ago, caramel latte situations, prayer and praise, supplication…

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Forget marriage not being a bed of roses, I think life is full of thorns, but the game is to learn how to cope, treat and heal the wounds as we inevitably step on them.

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I believe that people love writing on post-its and leave little notes in borrowed books to make the next reader smile too. I too grimaced at the tree smothered in shades of orange and yellow and crimson, for as much as Autumn is the epitome of a blanket and comfort, I’m not ready for the chills of the cold slapping my face every 7am. Perhaps these seasons teach us the art of embrace. Embracing change and struggles and a spectrum of opportunities, possibilities. I think I have to let it happen. I have to hope. I don’t know what else to do other than have hope. But I’m engulfed in fear and whispers of darkness. And my body hurts. I know it’s stress; it’s fine though. It has to be. I want to go back to reading in bed, making notes, noodles with chopsticks and too many bars of Cadburys. I want to let my candle flicker and know that I’m okay. Because right now, I’m not.

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Take me back to the days I would spend hours reading in the library, rain, coffee.

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