I am officially twenty, alhamdulilah.
I think it’s really odd when Muslim guys like 10+ pics of different Muslim girls on Instagram or when they favorite those pics on twitter and they don’t even know them… Same goes for girls, too.
Woke up thinking about one of the most genuine and admirable people I had ever crossed paths with. I sincerely hope it gets easier with all of these endeavors…
*Instead of a period, I put ellipses. For hope, and also because everything else is unknown.
Keep your head up, try and listen to your heart. Be kind always, no matter. We all grow up and someday we’ll say goodbye. So shine your light while you’ve got one. Make the most of what you’ve got, don’t waste time being trying to be something you’re not. Fill up your head and fill up you heart and take your shot.
I haven’t written on here in a long while. I miss it… I hope each and everyone of you is having a great school year filled with new ambitions and positivity. I just started my junior year at my university and it has been one heck of a ride looking back. Anyways, I’m super excited for my field experience (practicum) in teaching soon. Please keep me in your duaa’s/prayers/thoughts as I will keep you in mine. :)
[…] I wanted to turn her into poetry myself, but I’m not good with words and she was already an artwork.
And whatever things you have been given are only a provision of this world’s life and its adornment, and whatever is with Allah is better and more lasting; do you not then understand?
Education doesn’t make you happy. And nor does freedom? We don’t become happy just because we’re free, if we are. Or because we’ve been educated, if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears. Tells us where delights are lurking. Convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever: that of the mind. And gives us the assurance, the confidence, to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.
A few days ago, I had two really odd dreams. They were divided into two parts; a dream on one day and the ending of it the next day. They happened at around Fajr time, too. What’s weird is that, the main person I was focusing in on in that dream, had the SAME dream, too! Not on the same day though. I didn’t tell anyone about the dream and while the person was mentioning theirs to me, that’s when I stepped in and mentioned mine, too. We explained to each other the details and they were just about the same but in a different perspective, subhanAllah.