«من قرأ سورةَ الكهفِ في يومِ الجمعةِ ، أضاء له من النورِ ما بين الجمُعتَينِ» 🤍.
- صحيح .

“No one knows how much effort I make so that sadness does not appear on my face, and this is more difficult than sadness itself.”

It is not a tragic scene Not a horror movie They are not actors It's Gaza

Reminder to read Surat Al-Mulk
Every night ended with the recitation of Surah Al-Mulk, giving good tidings to its owner in his life that his heart would return to nature, and in the afterlife of her intercession for him ,She is saved from the torment of the grave

تذكير بقراءة سورة الملك

تَبَارَكَ الَّذِي بِيَدِهِ الْمُلْكُ وَهُوَ عَلَى كُلِّ شَيْءٍ قَدِيرٌ (1) الَّذِي خَلَقَ الْمَوْتَ وَالْحَيَاةَ لِيَبْلُوَكُمْ أَيُّكُمْ أَحْسَنُ عَمَلًا وَهُوَ الْعَزِيزُ الْغَفُورُ (2) الَّذِي خَلَقَ سَبْعَ سَمَاوَاتٍ طِبَاقًا مَا تَرَى فِي خَلْقِ الرَّحْمَنِ مِنْ تَفَاوُتٍ فَارْجِعِ الْبَصَرَ هَلْ تَرَى مِنْ فُطُورٍ (3) ثُمَّ ارْجِعِ الْبَصَرَ كَرَّتَيْنِ يَنْقَلِبْ إِلَيْكَ الْبَصَرُ خَاسِئًا وَهُوَ حَسِيرٌ (4) وَلَقَدْ زَيَّنَّا السَّمَاءَ الدُّنْيَا بِمَصَابِيحَ وَجَعَلْنَاهَا رُجُومًا لِلشَّيَاطِينِ وَأَعْتَدْنَا لَهُمْ عَذَابَ السَّعِيرِ (5) وَلِلَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا بِرَبِّهِمْ عَذَابُ جَهَنَّمَ وَبِئْسَ الْمَصِيرُ (6) إِذَا أُلْقُوا فِيهَا سَمِعُوا لَهَا شَهِيقًا وَهِيَ تَفُورُ (7) تَكَادُ تَمَيَّزُ مِنَ الْغَيْظِ كُلَّمَا أُلْقِيَ فِيهَا فَوْجٌ سَأَلَهُمْ خَزَنَتُهَا أَلَمْ يَأْتِكُمْ نَذِيرٌ (8) قَالُوا بَلَى قَدْ جَاءَنَا نَذِيرٌ فَكَذَّبْنَا وَقُلْنَا مَا نَزَّلَ اللَّهُ مِنْ شَيْءٍ إِنْ أَنْتُمْ إِلَّا فِي ضَلَالٍ كَبِيرٍ (9) وَقَالُوا لَوْ كُنَّا نَسْمَعُ أَوْ نَعْقِلُ مَا كُنَّا فِي أَصْحَابِ السَّعِيرِ (10) فَاعْتَرَفُوا بِذَنْبِهِمْ فَسُحْقًا لِأَصْحَابِ السَّعِيرِ (11) إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَخْشَوْنَ رَبَّهُمْ بِالْغَيْبِ لَهُمْ مَغْفِرَةٌ وَأَجْرٌ كَبِيرٌ (12) وَأَسِرُّوا قَوْلَكُمْ أَوِ اجْهَرُوا بِهِ إِنَّهُ عَلِيمٌ بِذَاتِ الصُّدُورِ (13) أَلَا يَعْلَمُ مَنْ خَلَقَ وَهُوَ اللَّطِيفُ الْخَبِيرُ (14) هُوَ الَّذِي جَعَلَ لَكُمُ الْأَرْضَ ذَلُولًا فَامْشُوا فِي مَنَاكِبِهَا وَكُلُوا مِنْ رِزْقِهِ وَإِلَيْهِ النُّشُورُ (15) أَأَمِنْتُمْ مَنْ فِي السَّمَاءِ أَنْ يَخْسِفَ بِكُمُ الْأَرْضَ فَإِذَا هِيَ تَمُورُ (16) أَمْ أَمِنْتُمْ مَنْ فِي السَّمَاءِ أَنْ يُرْسِلَ عَلَيْكُمْ حَاصِبًا فَسَتَعْلَمُونَ كَيْفَ نَذِيرِ (17) وَلَقَدْ كَذَّبَ الَّذِينَ مِنْ قَبْلِهِمْ فَكَيْفَ كَانَ نَكِيرِ (18) أَوَلَمْ يَرَوْا إِلَى الطَّيْرِ فَوْقَهُمْ صَافَّاتٍ وَيَقْبِضْنَ مَا يُمْسِكُهُنَّ إِلَّا الرَّحْمَنُ إِنَّهُ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ بَصِيرٌ (19) أَمَّنْ هَذَا الَّذِي هُوَ جُنْدٌ لَكُمْ يَنْصُرُكُمْ مِنْ دُونِ الرَّحْمَنِ إِنِ الْكَافِرُونَ إِلَّا فِي غُرُورٍ (20) أَمَّنْ هَذَا الَّذِي يَرْزُقُكُمْ إِنْ أَمْسَكَ رِزْقَهُ بَلْ لَجُّوا فِي عُتُوٍّ وَنُفُورٍ (21) أَفَمَنْ يَمْشِي مُكِبًّا عَلَى وَجْهِهِ أَهْدَى أَمَّنْ يَمْشِي سَوِيًّا عَلَى صِرَاطٍ مُسْتَقِيمٍ (22) قُلْ هُوَ الَّذِي أَنْشَأَكُمْ وَجَعَلَ لَكُمُ السَّمْعَ وَالْأَبْصَارَ وَالْأَفْئِدَةَ قَلِيلًا مَا تَشْكُرُونَ (23) قُلْ هُوَ الَّذِي ذَرَأَكُمْ فِي الْأَرْضِ وَإِلَيْهِ تُحْشَرُونَ (24) وَيَقُولُونَ مَتَى هَذَا الْوَعْدُ إِنْ كُنْتُمْ صَادِقِينَ (25) قُلْ إِنَّمَا الْعِلْمُ عِنْدَ اللَّهِ وَإِنَّمَا أَنَا نَذِيرٌ مُبِينٌ (26) فَلَمَّا رَأَوْهُ زُلْفَةً سِيئَتْ وُجُوهُ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا وَقِيلَ هَذَا الَّذِي كُنْتُمْ بِهِ تَدَّعُونَ (27) قُلْ أَرَأَيْتُمْ إِنْ أَهْلَكَنِيَ اللَّهُ وَمَنْ مَعِيَ أَوْ رَحِمَنَا فَمَنْ يُجِيرُ الْكَافِرِينَ مِنْ عَذَابٍ أَلِيمٍ (28) قُلْ هُوَ الرَّحْمَنُ آمَنَّا بِهِ وَعَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْنَا فَسَتَعْلَمُونَ مَنْ هُوَ فِي ضَلَالٍ مُبِينٍ (29) قُلْ أَرَأَيْتُمْ إِنْ أَصْبَحَ مَاؤُكُمْ غَوْرًا فَمَنْ يَأْتِيكُمْ بِمَاءٍ مَعِينٍ

Feeling warm ᰔ

I had people I sat next to when they needed an ear and a simple tap in the back. Friends who used to call me when the night’s being a nightmare and listen to my words like a lullaby. Strangers who beep me up begging for a friend. I had people who used to run under my umbrella when the rain won’t stop. And now, most of them finally found their sunshine. Most of them I no longer talk to, some we just pass by each other’s heart reacts on birthday posts. Some I just see their smiles on photos. And some I’m not even sure if they still remember the seconds we’ve shared. And yes, sometimes I miss them. But I’m always comforted by the truth that my purpose is to calm sad hearts by not letting them feel so alone. And the fact that they no longer run to me means they no longer need it. That nights no longer feel like a nightmare and mornings no longer feel like a punishment. The fact that they no longer need my company means they’re finally okay.

They say it’s sad when you’ve built a bond with someone and then they disappear. But if someone’s disappearance means they are winning in life, I won’t mind not seeing them again.

maybe it's better to keep it inside

words without action mean nothing.

ربّ أنعِم علينا بأيَّامٍ هانِئة حَنُونة، تُنسِينا ما كَابدناه في كلِّ أوْنٍ لَمْ تُغمِضَ لنا فيها جِفنًا من فَرطِ التَّعبِ.

ومن كلِّ مرَّةٍ بَاتت الدُّنيا فيها ثقِيلة؛ من مَشَقَّةِ السَّعي، وعَنَاء الرَّكضِ دونَ تُؤَدَةٍ!

ومُنَّ علينا بخِفَّةٍ تُحَاوِطُنا؛ في كَنفِ من نحِبُّهمْ ويُحِبُّونَا دونَ رِياءٍ أو زَيفٍ، سَكِينة تُظلِّلنا، وطُمَأْنِينَة تَرفُقُ بنا، وتَغمرنا حتّى لا تعرِفُ الوَحشة طريقًا لنا.

يا ربّ بابكَ واسعٌ؛ فلا تَحرِمنَا يا مَنَّان 🌱")

A huge part of my healing process was anchored in the act of forgetting. I want to snatch every ugly experience and archive them so that it won't have a space in my future timeline.

For many years, I was completely detached from the reality of it. I felt like a stray going with no hope of a home toward the end. And so I keep latching onto this chasm of mindless wander. That maybe when I undress this wound or strip this grief from this body it has occupied in, everything would turn out beautifully.

But as I go on, I realized there are things I can't simply forget by just running away because that's not how it will always work. Sometimes, sitting with my grief reminds me of existing. And even then sometimes, it reminds me I am capable of feeling.

When I am sad, I pick up the pieces of little good things I can remember and fill it up with nothing but brightness. I run back to it. I start laying the bricks over again. I start living without trying to forget.

I always love being alone. It feels so peaceful, and it seems like I can be myself when I'm alone. I can always release what I feel whenever no one is around. I can stop pretending. I can cry if I want to, and I can stop faking my smile. All I have to do is be who I want to be when no one is watching. Being alone is better than being with people most of the time. I don't really like listening to anyone, especially when all they talk about is negative things or anything that could also hurt other people. I also don't like to be with those who say bad things about me. I crave peace of mind more than anything else. And that is why I don't like spending my time with people who are not even good for my mental health. No one ever sees how vulnerable I can be when I'm alone, and no one ever knows how much I appreciate the serenity it brings to me.

honestly, if u know how difficult and how long it took some people to recover their peace of mind and happiness, you'll understand why they shut all doors at any slight discovery of toxicity, and also why they can be so picky about who they allow into their lives.