“What if…do you ever have people who have done really bad things?”
I considered my answer carefully. “We’re all sinners in the eyes of God.
Even me. The point is not to make you feel guilt or categorize the magnitude of your sin, but to—”
“Don’t give me that seminary horseshit,” she said sharply. “I’m asking
you a real question. I did something bad. Really bad. And I don’t know what happens next.”
Her voice cracked on the last word, in her voice—there was real pain and uncertainty and confusion. And I wanted to make it better for her.
“I need to know that everything will be okay,” she continued quietly.
“That I will be able to live with myself.”
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
I felt
A strange delight in causing my decay.
—Robert Browning, “Pauline: A Fragment of a Confession”
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
—Donna Tartt, The Secret History
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
—Carl Jung
"But let me tell you what I think about secrets before you decide if you want me to tell you one. Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can see."
~Moth Smoke
I love her voice. It has the soul of a whisper, meant only for the person she's speaking to, even when she isn't speak-ing softly.
~Moth Smoke
Do you hear my screams even when I cannot voice them?
"I recognized you"
I recognized you
by the smell of void
lingering deep in the
folds of your sleeves
through nothingness
in your eyes
silence in your cries
restlessness in your sleep
from your deep breaths
blooming to control that unending
rage
from the way your eyes
lost into an unending
cage
that is how I recognized
you — that you are just like me.
time is slipping
I'm zoning out more frequently than before
it's like being spectator of your own life, living out of your skin, just watching everything happen but not feeling it or living it
Allah reveled to Hazrat Musa A.S
"O Musa, the first one who died from my creation was Iblis, because he disobeyed me; and I count the one who disobeys Me among the dead."
~Ad-Da wad-Dawa
Imam Ibn Al Qayyim
We walk the paths that fate has drawn, and those destined to walk shall carry on.
Our sustenance is scattered wide,
but what is ours will not be denied.
If death is written in a land,
in no other place will one have their last stand.
Imam Al- Qurtubi
ھل جزاء الاحسان الا الاحسان۔
When you use your tongue for other than Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, It's only natural that you're going to mess up at some point.
صبر صدمے کی پہلی چوٹ پہ کیا جاتا ہے۔
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with every strike, does your soul burn?
An elephant was walking the sea, to reach his cave. The evening breeze creating beautiful ripples in water. Suddenly his foot get stuck in a spider's web.
Well that makes him angry.
he's already getting late.
he has to cook dinner after reaching cave.
he shouted spider's name.
'Marcus!' 'dude, clean your mess and release my foot'
Marcus reached down.
With a scissor in his hand.
After struggling for 15 minute he finally succeeded in releasing Brook's foot.
Time to show people that,
I'm quiet, not silent.
Bek mefem.
Bek bidem.
The smallest of the wounds hurt the most
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