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Who Died And Made You Queen?

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Albert Einstein

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” ― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg

“EXPECTATION IS THE ROOT OF ALL HEARTACHE.”
-William Shakespeare (via its-salah)

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass 

SURPASSED

You’re definitely thinking about something but what? Chin resting on his clasped hands he stared forward, seemingly preoccupied by the wood grain of the table. She twiddled with her bracelet, the silence making her uncomfortable. Out of nowhere he orders a hot drink only for her, grateful for the opportunity to speak she tells him profusely there really was no need for that. She is ignored and so she recedes back to her bracelet, secretly trying to work out what kind of strange mind game he was playing. After sometime the waiter served her whilst trying to conceal his curiosity about these two silent youngsters. She rolled her eyes if I knew what he was up to I would sure let you know she thought to herself.  He was looking at his watch anxious about Asr time probably. Something about Ramadan had changed him greatly; her admiration of him left a bitter taste in her mouth. She drank her tea quickly, he waited for her and then without a word he got up. That was her cue to leave with him.
            She disliked him for that. Why couldn’t he say the words that tugged at his lips and played in his heart again and again? Why wouldn’t he tell her that she wasn’t good enough, not religious enough not righteous enough not pious enough. Even more so she loathed herself for she knew he was right. For she knew that he had surpassed her in ways that she couldn’t imagine. She saw the beauty of his character and the passion with which he worshipped as his light shone brighter and brighter she began to feel more exposed.

He, on the other hand longed to take her with him, but he doubted himself, he had journeyed to the depths of his soul and come back to see he was not ready to carry another. He saw the diseases of his heart and the darkness of his past. He adored her and wanted nothing more to stand by her side but he was too weak, too young and too naïve.  hijaabiintherain

“I am pessimistic about the human race because it is too ingenious for its own good. Our approach to nature is to beat it into submission. We would stand a better chance of survival if we accommodated ourselves to this planet and viewed it appreciatively instead of skeptically and dictatorially.” - E.B White

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” William Blake

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” 
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

There is this girl

She lives in la la land
on a street with no names
in a house of cards
next door to the pot of gold
at the end of every rainbow.

And every night
she looks out of
her window
hoping to catch
the  glimmer of moonlight
on the silvery back of a
unicorn grazing in her
front lawn.
She listens to the wind
which brings with it
songs of faraway lands
and moans of lovers
and laughter of children.

No one ever drops by.

She told them
where she lives.
No one believes her.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.Ernest Hemingway (via singthetunewithoutwords)

“His height, easily two inches over six feet, was his most outstanding feature.” - Whitney, My Love, Judith McNaught

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.”—Paulo Coelho (via pavorst)

“If I asked for people to die for the sake of God, I would have them lining up at my house; but when I ask people to live for the sake of God, I can’t find anyone.”

– Shaykh Abdallah bin Bayyah

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