“And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.”—She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
“For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come, God willing. And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.”—Yasmin Mogahed (via beautifulsabr)
I am blessed, alhamdulillah.
This wonderful husband, father to my beautiful baby daughter.
Our kind and generous family who are always there for us.
It is too much sometimes… Knowing that we are living in a house overflowing with love when there is war and strife around the world.
She’s sleeping now. I pray and hope that she will grow up to share all the love we have to give.
Because looking at her tiny face, with her father’s smile and those innocent eyes that have not yet seen grief or fear, it’s clear as day.
“Everyone speaks of good things. It is those whose words and deeds match who have acquired their share. Those whose words and deeds do not match have only reproached themselves.”—Abdullaah ibn Mas’ud, Ibn Al-Mubarak, Al-Zuhd wa Al-Raqaa`iq, vol.1 p.153 (via haakym)
“I am not a poet because of some
or delicate tremors and
palpitations of the heart.
I am a poet because I learned,
to take the knife to the parts
I knew would hurt the most
and only fall to my knees
as a way to keep the earth close.”—Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
I’ve seen so many patients die, just like this. But all those times I was the doctor and they were just someone else’s dad or husband or son. The passing of a loved one for me has always been an event observed, not experienced.
Now it’s my own father in that ICU bed and the helplessness is overwhelming. I’m struggling to recollect the few precious memories I have of him. Crying, because I know exactly what’s going on, what to expect. Still somehow it makes things harder rather than easier.
Ya Allah, please ease my father’s pain and do not make him suffer. And if you choose to take him back… Then may he be placed in Jannah with those you love. Amin.