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As we embark on this sacred journey of Ramadan, may Allah shower His blessings upon you and your family. May your days be filled with piety and your nights with tranquillity. Ramadan Mubarak!✨️

The sea did not drown Musa. The fire did not burn lbrahim. The knife did not kill Ismaeel. The whale did not eat Yunus.  Be with Allah - Allah will be with you.  Having a hard time?  Close your eyes, take a deep breath and say:  Ya Allah,  I know it's your plan. Just help me through it. " She raised her hands and cried to her Lord, "Ya Allāh, You are my only hope." Do not lose hope in Allah. He is the only one who does not break His promises. Lesson from Surah Yusuf  ● Dreams come true, if Allah wills  ● Never lose hope   ● Keep making dua "The door that Allah closes is your protection, not your curse." A hand lifted to Allah swt  is never returned empty. Allah is more compassionate than a thousand shoulders and a thousand bonds, Allah stays when no one remains. Bibi Aisha Siddiqa (may Allah be pleased with her) was a young woman, her heart heavy with a burden of guilt. She had made a terrible mistake, one she believed was beyond forgiveness...

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.

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.

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.

To mark my 300th post, I'm sharing a collection of poems by Mahmoud Darwish. His powerful words offer deep insights into love and separation. Enjoy! I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments. 'I felt like my homeland was occupied again.' Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away. Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will. Don't befriend me for a day, and leave me a month. Don't get close to me if you're going to leave. Don't say what you don't do. Be close or get away. A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'. Poetry an...