That laughter did not just echo in the air...

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There was a time I spoke of my dreams the way a child speaks of the stars softly, innocently, with affection in my voice.  I shared them not as a burden, not as a demand, but simply as a piece of my heart. And somewhere along the way, my dreams were misunderstood, and the very thing I had trusted with affection  was turned into something to laugh at. That laughter did not just echo in the air, it echoed inside my chest. And something fragile within me shattered quietly. My intention had been pure. My words had been gentle. But still, they were misunderstood. So slowly I learned to hold my heart back, to keep my dreams folded within my silence. Today, while standing in prayer, I spoke of those same dreams again but this time only to Allah. And suddenly I understood something. Those dreams were never meant to be carried by the world. Where my sincerity was misunderstood, Allah understood it before I even spoke. Where my heart once felt small, He made it feel seen. For I always k...

IF SOMEBODY WANTS TO BE A LOVER....

If suffering was not something worth doing would Jesus suffer, or make people suffer? 
If somebody wants to be a lover then he will be like Jesus.
Throw roses at the ones slaps you show your other cheek, 

 A lover doesn't react if somebody beats him & somebody swears at him.
You will climb to Tur with Prophet Moses...
You will suffer with Prophet Jesus...
You will be stoned with Prophet Muhammad Mustafa ﷺ in Taif.
 You cannot live both without suffering & climb to the seven folds of the sky at the same time. 
There is no Love.
What do you use to climb these seven folds of the sky?
This is done by completing each other. Suffering makes Hazrat Adam friend of his Prophets.
-Taptukemre

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