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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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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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Suddenly, she realised that what she was... Perhaps the best chapters were not those.

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Suddenly, she realised that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be. And yet, with that understanding came a strange relief. For while some futures were gone, others unwritten and unknown still awaited her. Perhaps the best chapters were not those she had imagined, but those she had yet to live.
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I sat under the rain with a bee...

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I sat under the rain with a bee next to me  and spoke to it as if the world had run out of listeners.  Oh, bee, I searched for love the way you searched for honey, but life's troubles weigh upon my soul, just like this rain drop that weighs upon your little wings.  ~Hashem y-a.
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