I am :)
BE AT THE DOOR OF SHUKUR
"Right now when we are sitting here there are people laying down in their beds in the hospitals like wood. They cannot even turn around, air has to be pumped inside of them and they are going through pain just to take that air in and to give that air out. And that life is continuing to so many of them for years.
How much should we be thankful?
So don’t be at the door of complaining. Be at the door of shukr. If we are standing at the door of shukr then our Lord looks at us.
He may put us through different tests in the world. We are weak servants. We may cry, yes. We may find areas alone and we may cry with our Lord saying, “Oh my Lord, I am a weak servant. You are giving this pain to me. I cannot carry it but I am still thanking You. You have the power to change it.” Then you may see that it may change instantly”
-Sahibul Seyf Sheykh Abdul Kerim Effendi (Qs)
Saving Face (2012), acid attacks on women in Pakistan
Meanwhile, in America, feminists are complaining about how dress codes are oppressive.
You idiots have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.
As a South Asian American feminist, let me remind everyone that oppression is not a competition.
Just because we fight one type of sexism doesn’t mean we don’t care about other instances of sexism that don’t affect us directly in our day to day lives.
My heart goes out to this woman and the hundreds of other victims like her. I want to educate people about these kinds of incidents. I support organizations that help women like this.
You may think that dress code issues are trivial, but they are related to a larger issue of women’s bodily autonomy, which affects women’s health and safety.
So please, let’s try to bring awareness and bring about change instead of insulting entire groups of people because they are facing issues that are less scary than the one presented.
“oppression is not a competition”
thank you so much for this wording
When you are in financial need, rise early in the day, for the subsistence (rizq) is distributed before sunrise. And Allah, the Most High, has blessed this Ummah in its early hours; and gives away alms in the early hour; because adversities do not follow the alms.
Hehehe amiin…except i believe tht i’ve met him :D in sha Allah its him
My dearest future husband,
My expectations are not of a princess. I do not need all the riches of the world. All I ask is that you are rich with knowledge. Please do not feel threatened by labels and certificates. They mean so much less than the knowledge of Islam I pray you possess. I pray that you’ll be my other half who will help me answer our children’s’ questions when I have no idea what to say. I pray you be there to finish my sentences and teach me where I am lacking, for I know I am.
I do not expect you to be as beautiful as Prophet Yusuf (‘Aalayhi Salam), I will be grateful enough you becoming the light of my eyes. If we were meant for each other, if I am the lucky girl Allah created for you, then I’m sure Allah will bring our hearts together and make us fall in love when we finally meet. How can I expect someone handsome and good looking, when I am but an awkward and clumsy girl.
A Muslimah’s letter written for her future husband, her future partner and the future father to her children. Even though I have yet to meet him, I pray that you are always in the best of health, under Allah’s protection and barakah, no matter where you are. Although there is no way to determine how and where we will meet, my prayers are always with you, so that one day we will find each other under the best of circumstances.
May Allah ease.
And for others too..
You must be patient. Even if the pains of waiting and wishing and praying tire you, be patient. Even when long periods of time pass by and others are blessed with what they’ve been praying for while you still wait, be patient. For Allah does not waste the effort of the doers of good. He delays His response only to hear you call to Him more. Be patient. For what awaits you is sweeter than the bitterness of longing.
Note to self (via alfirdaws)
In sha Allah, im waiting for you and you wait for me