“وإذا جاءكَ الفَرحُ مرةً أخرى، فلا تذكرخِيانتهُ السّابِقة.. أدخل الفَرحَ وانفَجِر!”
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“And if happiness visits you again, do not remember its previous betrayal.. Enter into the happiness, and burst!“
-Mahmoud Darwish
Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language. Why are my sides so sore and achy? It’s from crying, I’m told. I did not know that we cry with our muscles. The pain is not surprising, but its physicality is: my tongue unbearably bitter, as though I ate a loathed meal and forgot to clean my teeth; on my chest, a heavy, awful weight; and inside my body, a sensation of eternal dissolving. My heart – my actual physical heart, nothing figurative here – is running away from me, has become its own separate thing, beating too fast, its rhythms at odds with mine. This is an affliction not merely of the spirit but of the body, of aches and lagging strength. Flesh, muscles, organs are all compromised. No physical position is comfortable. For weeks, my stomach is in turmoil, tense and tight with foreboding, the ever-present certainty that somebody else will die, that more will be lost.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief
“We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone - because we have the impulse to explain who we are.”
— Maya Angelou, US-American author and civil rights fighter
thinking about elsa with her hair down
Ignoring her is only teaching her how to live without you. You think she’s suffering, the whole time she’s adjusting.
Qasim Rafique
Arabic calligraphy – Sincerity – Chapter 112 of the Quran
بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ قُلْ هُوَ اللَّهُ أَحَدٌ (1) اللَّهُ الصَّمَدُ (2) لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ (3) وَلَمْ يَكُنْ لَهُ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ (4)
In the name of God: Most Gracious, Most Merciful. 1. Say: “He is the One God 2. God, Who is in need of none and of Whom all are in need 3. He begets not, and neither is He begotten 4. And there is nothing that could be compared with Him.”
Source: eldonhossam, via IslamicArtDB
From @smoothiethecat: “She can be a little devil sometimes. 😈” #catsofinstagram [source: https://ift.tt/30rImcA ]
• And it was all yellow •
The Grande Bazaar, Tehran
“If you could be anyone, would you choose to be yourself?”
— Naomi Shihab Nye, Habibi (via books-n-quotes)


