مريم

There is something broken in me
          A tragedy unspoken in me
          A heart rotting in me
          There's something broken in me
          
          There is something broken in me
          A happiness stolen from me
          A faith shaken in me
          There's something broken in me
          
          There is something broken in me
          A soul dying in me
          A memory crying in me 
          There's something broken in me 
          
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          A/N: my most tragic poems make me so happy because wdym I WROTE THAT? T-T

When sadness fills your heart and your eyes can’t hold the tears anymore, pause for a moment and remember this. You are not alone in that feeling. Not even for a second.
          
          Allāh is with you. He sees what you are going through, even the parts you never say out loud. He understands the heaviness in your chest, the thoughts that keep you awake, the quiet pain you carry through your day.
          
          He is still with you. Even now. Even in this moment when things feel unclear or overwhelming. Just because you feel distant or lost does not mean He has left you. He never does.
          
          He is always with you. Through every high and every low, through every tear and every silent duʿā. His presence does not come and go like people do. It stays.
          
          Allāh says, “Indeed, Allāh is with the patient” (2:153). So every time you hold on, every time you keep going despite how you feel, you are not doing it alone. So let your heart rest a little. You are seen. You are heard. And you are never by yourself.
          @Slave_of_Ar-Rahman 

I'm starting to think that the shayateen aren't around me- they're in me

Assalamu Alaikum, I just uploaded a new story called "drops" ! 
          
          It's a muslim story set in the city of Cairo. Slowburn, college life, coming of age, tragedy, abuse story with found family. It's full of emotions and drama so in shaa allah you'll like it
          
          Please do give it a read - I'd really appreciate it! 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403899480-drops 

ts rage is gonna kill me

Could be Laylatul Qadr tonight. . .
          
          Taraweeh was soo peaceful ! There was a constant breeze as we stood outside the air conditioned masjid, since there was no place inside. 
          
          The physical and mental exhaustion I was carrying from weeks of exams and studying disappeared the moment the prayer began and I couldn't have felt more calm. It's like the night was awake !
          
           —gahhhh my description is so cheesy but fr guys, don't miss out. There is soo much significance about Laylatul Qadr on the 27th night especially. It's the night that can change your Qadr guys ! Don't let go. . .

Pitter patter, raindrops splatter
          Inside my chest a heart shatters.
          
          Rumours say it carried on too long,
          Some say her loved ones did her wrong.
          
          Whatever had happened, though
          No one will ever know.
          
          Her heart had long been
          consumed by woe,
          
          Until one day
          no one cared anymore.
          
          Words were thrashed,
          daggers thrown,
          
          Till her heart grew brittle 
          The organ was worn
          
          Careless claims,
          sharp speeches—
          
          Soon the organ
          fed the leeches.
          
          And she let it happen,
          every turn,
          
          One by one
          they left her to burn.
          
          Their hearts were black—
          And hers was charred  
          
          Inside her chest,
          A battered heart
          
          Pitter patter,
          Raindrops splatter.

One of the most humbling things in life is realizing that you don’t control the timing of anything. You can plan for years, dream with your whole heart, and still find yourself waiting. But in that waiting, Allah is doing something far greater than giving you what you want—He’s shaping who you become. He’s teaching you patience, building your character, softening your heart. Not everything is delayed as a test; sometimes it’s a mercy. Because if you were given what you asked for before your heart was ready, it might have broken you. But Allah knows when the heart is strong enough to carry the blessing. So don’t let the silence make you think He’s not listening. He is. Every single tear, every late-night du’a, every quiet “Ya Allah” — it’s heard. And when the time is right, you’ll look back and understand why it took so long… and you’ll thank Him for every moment you didn’t get what you thought you needed. 
          
          RAMADAN MUBARAK UKHTI..
          

GAHHHHHHHH RECEIVED FIRST PRIZE FOR MY POEM ON "THE IMPORTANCE OF MENTAL HEALTH DURING HUMANITARIAN EMERGENCIES"!!!!!
          
          Wish I could show y'all my trophyyyy

ARE YOU A POET OR WHAT 
          
          THE POETRİES ARE AMAZİNG!!!!! HAHA