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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...

I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace?

Love is a prayer.

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I prayed a prayer for you that I never offered for myself—asking for your happiness, strength in your struggles, and peace to fill your heart. I sought patience to endure my suffering, hoping you find joy and love in every moment. Love is a prayer, and prayer is love. Whoever loves you prays for you, and whoever prays for you has expressed their love for you.

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

If you don't understand why somebody is grieving...

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If you don't understand why somebody is grieving f or so long over something, consider yourself  fortunate that you do not understand.

Maybe in another time, in another universe...

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Maybe in another time, in another universe, there is a little girl with long, dark hair and she is loved right by the people who were supposed to love her. she lies in fields of flowers and butterflies dance on her cheeks and the burn from the sun is the most painful thing she ever feels. ~jessica jocelyn

I hated liars, their words like a stain

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I hated liars, their words like a stain, Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game. Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell, The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell. In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face, A prisoner of lies in this familiar place. I sought out the truth, but found only strife, The greatest of lies is the one in my life.

I think this is what happens when you've lived a...

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"I think that's what happens when you've lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you." Ig-typicalabdullah

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said...

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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. -Khalil Gibran