Thoughts and prayers to all my brothers on the front lines in Iraq, fighting off foreign terrorists and traitors all while fasting in the brutal summer heat of Iraq. No one is protesting in solidarity with you. No hashtags. No banners. Despite all that I pray to God to keep you all standing strong, and to send those bearded rats to the depths of hell where they belong.
I look back and half of Ramadan is over in the blink of an eye. Before I know I’ll be saying that about my entire life. — Nouman Ali Khan (via nargessi)
The first sujud means that I was mud clay in the beginning, and as I raise my head from sujud, it means that I came to the world from the soil. The second sujud means that I will again return to the soil, and as I raise my head from sujud, it means that on the Day of Resurrection I will rise up from the grave and be summoned. — Imam Ali (as), [Bihar al-Anwar, V.82, P.139] (via sange-saboor)
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"they call us now.
before they drop the bombs.
the phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect arabic
“this is david.”
and in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
i think “do i know any davids in gaza?”
they call us now to say
you have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
your house is next.
they think of it as some kind of
war time courtesy.
it doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
it means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
we aren’t trying to kill you.
it doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
it doesn’t matter that you have children.
you live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
it doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
it doesn’t matter what you had planned.
it doesn’t matter who you are
prove you’re human.
prove you stand on two legs.
run.” — running orders, by lena khalaf tuffaha (via kened)
I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that. — Inside Llewyn Davis. Dir. Joel Coen. (via wordsnquotes)
When I lost Ali ibn Abi Talib (as), I lost the secrets of Allah (swt) on Earth. — Kumayl ibn Ziyad (ra)
Rough Translation of this:
I still believe
that man does not die at once
and the he (man) dies in pieces
every time a friend is lost, a piece dies
every time a lover leaves, a piece dies
every time a dream of is killed, a piece dies
and then comes the Great Death who finds all of the pieces dead
so he picks them up and leaves.
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I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings. — note to self (via 27sailors)
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I gave roses, and received thorns. — Connotativewords | jl | Undeserving (via lipstick-bullet)
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. — Joshua Graham (via thelittlephilosopher)
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A doctor cries while standing next to a table with the bodies of four dead children in overflowing morgue of the Shifa hospital in Gaza City on July 20, 2014. (Oliver Weiken/EPA)