Sparkling_Princess

Salam! How are you doing? 
          
          I hope it is okay to share my story, Scarred. 
          
          What happens when faith itself becomes rebellion, survival means sacrifice, and love feels like a risk too dangerous to take?
          If you enjoy dystopian worlds, complicated characters, and slow-burn romance in the midst of chaos, I’d be so grateful if you gave it a read and let me know what you think.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/86973574?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=PearlandIvory_

And this time, killing versions of me who Allah wouldn't like and rebuilding the ones who Allah would love 

Again and again, it's our loved ones who ends up changing us into someone we aren't, Isn't it huh ?

Learning again that we can start to hate someone we loved alot, if they hurt us continuously 

It's our love for them that made them look so special, once we lose that attachment - They would look so normal, just like all others. 

Even if it hurts deep down, silence feels better than explaining this time, because, what's gonna hurt more than the our loved ones failing to understand us ? I guess every pain will be easier than that. So let it be. 

Just letting qadr do it's magic. Even if it's not the way I planned. Alhamdullilah 

When everything and everyone hurts, where do we go to ? To Allah ❤️

Maybe eventually everything and everyone changes ❤️

Between, No matter who changes or how life goes, Some, Some special bonds will always stay for us. Just for us. And it's feels so peaceful to know we can go to them no matter the problem, the time or whatever. 
          
          And to that idiot in my life, thank you for being here for me. Means alot even if I don't tell you directly. ❤️