There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
mom can you come get me things are getting bad again & i feel every insult like a sharp tooth & i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails
But he just feels… lost. Part of him wants to be angry but he’s not sure where the point in that would be. Maybe he’s been left behind one too many times, and left behind too many people to count on one hand, he thinks.
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
If you're young and your deen is your priority then you're blessed immensely.
Don't ever look at others and feel you're missing out. A youth who grew up worshipping Allah swt will be one of the seven types of people under the shade of Allah on a day where there is no shade but his
Don't ever look at others and feel you're missing out. A youth who grew up worshipping Allah swt will be one of the seven types of people under the shade of Allah on a day where there is no shade but his