It’s that time of year. One of the few things I look forward to throughout the year. That’s right. You guessed. The AlMaghrib class. We only get 4 a year, so I cherish these next few days devoted to learning about the deen and not only being around students of knowledge, but my fellow Muslim brothers & sisters
“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to be keeping its dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”—Tupac Shakur (via thisbeautifulwound)
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone, and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to live alone, because what if you learn that you need love, and you don’t have it? What if you like it, and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it, and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain?
Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever…..
“Whoever makes the Hereafter his preoccupation, then Allah places freedom from want in his heart, gathers his affairs, and Dunya (worldly life) comes to him despite being reluctant to do so. And whoever makes Dunya his preoccupation, then Allah places his poverty in front of his eyes, make his affairs scattered, and nothing of the Dunya comes to him except that which has been decreed for him.”
Is it just me, or was this a weird summer for all of us? It seems like we all had something happen to us, something that forced us to change from within, and we came out better as people because of it =)