syahidahz The daily thoughts of a simple girl on a subway station.

Sayang itu adalah melihat,

bukan dengan mata kasar,

tetapi dengan mata hati.

Jika menyayangi biarlah kerana nalurinya,

biarlah kerana keperibadiannya,

biarlah kerana Tuhan.

(via skeletales)
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them — and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on — this desperate need — and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.

Madeleine L’Engle  (via eoduun)

(via coffeeandfaith)

raindropsonredroses:

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.

(via el-impresionante-missd)

(via poeticislam)
poeticislam:

Ibn al-Qayyim (may Allah have mercy on him) said:       Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyyah  (may Allah be pleased with      him) said to me – when I started to  ask him one question after another-:
“Do not make your heart like a sponge soaking  up any idea and specious arguments that come to mind, rather make it  like a glass through whose surface the specious arguments pass but do  not settle there, otherwise if all those doubts and specious arguments  settle in your heart, it will be overwhelmed by them.” 
(Miftaah Daar al-Sa’aadah,      1/140)

poeticislam:

Ibn al-Qayyim (may Allah have mercy on him) said: Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyyah  (may Allah be pleased with him) said to me – when I started to ask him one question after another-:

“Do not make your heart like a sponge soaking up any idea and specious arguments that come to mind, rather make it like a glass through whose surface the specious arguments pass but do not settle there, otherwise if all those doubts and specious arguments settle in your heart, it will be overwhelmed by them.”

(Miftaah Daar al-Sa’aadah, 1/140)