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Women should not be sad.

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Imagine moonlight whispering secrets to a flower bowed by dew. That's the tenderness in Allah's words to women in the Quran:  " Do not be sad ."  These aren't just words; they are luminous embraces meant to soothe the soul. See how gently He speaks:  "So that her eyes may find coolness and she would not grieve." (Al-Qasas)  It's like a soft hand wiping away tears.  Again,  " That their eyes may find comfort and they may not grieve." (Al-Ahzab)  A promise of solace. Even in moments of great trial,  "Do not grieve," (Maryam) a whisper of hope.  And again, a double blessing: "Do not fear and do not grieve." (Al-Qasas) Why this repeated tenderness? Because Allah, in His infinite wisdom, understands that a woman's sorrow resonates deeply. It's not a fleeting shadow, but a storm that can shake her very core, dimming her light, weakening her strength, and stealing her peace. He sees the delicate architecture of her hear...

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it...

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"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."  ~Federico Garcia Lorca

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to...

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to happen, but it's hope I'm living on. And I prefer to live and die hoping, than living and hoping to die. -sadia/@silllydiaries

You can see how precious it is...

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When you get older, you value things differently. You can see how precious it is to have peace of mind, to sleep with your heart feeling at ease. You can see the true price of everything and everyone in your life. Time slows down and you can savor moments much better. Because the older you get, the more you understand. How everything is temporary. How everything is just passing. Even yourself. And there's nothing for you to do. Except to enjoy the present. And pass in this life in peace. -Metanoia

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make....

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You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in. -Nick Hornby