“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.”
Life is a journey from Allah, to Allah. And it’s a beautiful struggle getting back to Him. Because it’s not that we lose sight of that day, but we get caught up in this dunya, worth nothing than even the wing of a mosquito.
We don’t belong here. For our real home is the hereafter. Our hearts are not tied to this world, it yearns for it’s real home. It yearns for Paradise.
And i think that’s the beauty of the struggle. That we strive to go back to Him. And He sees who among us loves Him enough to endure the imperfections this world comes with so that He may reward us for our effort. So that He may enter us into His Paradise. So that He may gift us with the honour of seeing His face.