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When Allah Says "Not This", It's Still Love

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There was a time when every night ended in tears, every silence became overthinking, every uncertainty felt frightening, and every unanswered question weighed heavily on my heart. I mistook delays for disappointments, closed doors for loss, and broken expectations for abandonment. But now I see what I could not see then. Allah was not depriving me, He was protecting me. Every path that never opened, every mixed signal that disturbed my heart, every plan that fell apart, and every feeling that never settled... they were all acts of His mercy.  Even the things I forced myself to hold onto, hoping they would work out, were gently taken away before they could leave deeper wounds. He saved me from burdens I was too blind to recognise and from trials that could have shattered my heart even further. SubhanAllah, what I once called heartbreak was, in reality, divine protection. What I thought was going wrong was Allah arranging everything in the most beautiful way. He removed what would ha...
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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...
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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? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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