“I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?”
― It's Kind of a Funny Story
― It's Kind of a Funny Story
“Allah gives us gifts, but then we come to love them as we should only love Him. We take those gifts and inject them into our hearts, until they take over. Soon we cannot live without them. Every waking moment is spent in contemplation of them, in submission and worship to them. The mind and the heart that was created by Allah, for Allah, becomes the property of someone or something else. And then the fear comes. The fear of loss begins to cripple us. The gift—that should have remained in our hands—takes over our heart, so the fear of losing it consumes us. Soon, what was once a gift becomes a weapon of torture and a prison of our own making. How can we be freed of this? At times, in His infinite mercy, Allah frees us…by taking it away.
As a result of it being taken, we turn to Allah wholeheartedly. In that desperation and need, we ask, we beg, we pray. Through the loss, we reach a level of sincerity and humility and dependence on Him which we would otherwise not reach—had it not been taken from us. Through the loss, our hearts turn entirely to face Him.”
― Reclaim Your Heart: Personal Insights on Breaking Free from Life's Shackles
As a result of it being taken, we turn to Allah wholeheartedly. In that desperation and need, we ask, we beg, we pray. Through the loss, we reach a level of sincerity and humility and dependence on Him which we would otherwise not reach—had it not been taken from us. Through the loss, our hearts turn entirely to face Him.”
― Reclaim Your Heart: Personal Insights on Breaking Free from Life's Shackles
“...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...”
― A Familiar Rain
― A Familiar Rain
“I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“I love the way you refuse my love.”
― My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
― My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
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