“There Is No Doubt That The One Who Memorizes More Qur’an Will, In Most Cases, Be Able To Recite

اب ترا ذکر بھی شاید ہی غزل میں آئے

اور سے اور ہوئے درد کے عنواں جاناں

ہم کہ روٹھی ہوئی رت کو بھی منا لیتے تھے

ہم نے دیکھا ہی نہ تھا موسم ہجراں جاناں

ہوش آیا تو سبھی خواب تھے ریزہ ریزہ

جیسے اڑتے ہوئے اوراق پریشاں جاناں🥀

Sometimes u just need to stay quiet, not because u don't have anything to say, but because u just don't want ur words to get wasted..

Mymind

Ibn al-Qayyim رحمه الله said:

‎“Be on the side with Allah and His Messenger even if all of mankind is on the other side.”

‎[al-Fawa'id pg 167

“He asked, "What makes a man a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.”

Be excessive, be obsessive about what you truly want. There is no other option but getting what you want. You will work harder than you could imagine, there will be sleepless nights and probably you won't even have time to eat. But don't stop. Yes, for a long time it will be CHAOS, confusion. But let me tell you, THE SATISFACTION you have from the hard work, there is no better feeling than achieving your goal through hard work. And then, THE REGRET you'll have for not doing it will eat you alive. YOUR CHOICE

I went to the market to buy some blood. I told the owner, ‘show me your finest blood’. He pointed me in the direction of the blood that was most fresh, that of London and Paris and Manchester. ‘It is exquisite’, I told him, ‘but it is not what I am looking for’ Then he showed me the blood of Germany and Orlando and Brussels, blood that had been healing months after it had been split. ‘It is extraordinarily’, I told him, as I watched it tend to it’s wounds, ‘but it is still not what I am looking for.’ 'Is there nothing finer?’ I asked. He shook his head and replied 'sorry ma'am, that is all I have’. And with a heavy heart I turned away, ready to walk. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw a river of magnificence and magnitude, enriched with something I could not recognise. 'What is that?’ I asked, turning to them once more. 'That?’ He replied, 'It is nothing.’ 'No!’ I cried, 'tell me!’ 'That’, he said, 'is the blood that is worthless. No one wants this blood ma'am. It is discarded blood and disowned by the rest of the world’ 'Who’s is it?’ I cried. 'Well’, he said, 'where do I begin?’ And with a deep breath he said; 'It is the blood of Palestine, Infused with the cries of Syria, And the grief of Afghanistan. It is the screams of Burma, Mulled with the tears of Iraq, And the suffering of Somalia. It is the sorrows of Yemen, Alongside the weeping of Sudan, And the sweat of Pakistan.

diaryofaniqaabi // pray for the world (via diaryofaniqaabi)

It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently. ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

i am listening to 5 year olds in gaza beg for ceasefires and talk about the warplanes and drones and carry language no one should carry but especially no one so small. they should be sitting in classrooms reading fables, solving silly word problems but the world decided they were born guilty, from a guilty womb, from guilty blood. and people on the other side of a wall and the other side of the world cheered on their death. i want no part in that world, i reject every politician, every news anchor, every celebrity. i reject their movies, their music, their UN work, their empty calls for peace. i want no part in this machine of death. i want no part and can no longer desire anything from life except for the people of palestine, sudan, congo, yemen, and a hundred other places to never have the murderous reach of western imperialism near them ever again.