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.

اللَّهُ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا هُوَ الْحَيُّ الْقَيُّومُ لَا تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَةٌ وَلَا نَوْمٌ لَهُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ مَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِهِ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهِ إِلَّا بِمَا شَاءَ وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضَ وَلَا يَئُودُهُ حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ الْعَلِيُّ الْعَظِيم

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الَّذِي لَا يَضُرُّ مَعَ اسْمِهِ شَيْءٌ فِي الْأَرْضِ وَلَا فِي السَّمَاءِ.

سنبلغُ حلمنا لوَ بعد حين
فنحنُ بحارُ عزمٍ إن أردنا

so far so good

We will Never forget .
We will NEVER stop sharing

ᖴᖇᗴᗴ ᑭᗩᒪᗴSTIᑎᗴ !!🇵🇸

patience

Emotions serve no purpose

forgive but don’t forget