My mother said to always keep my happiness to myself, to never whisper it to others. People will evil eye you, even if they don’t mean it, even if they love you, even if they have beautiful souls, she said. They can’t help the evil that resides in them, so protect yourself. Remain silent.
There’s a reason Jannah is not in her hands,
but under her feet.
For if it was in her palms, her selfless love would have
handed it to you despite your deserving.
Alas, it is the ground that bears her entire weight. That is
where heaven lies, and if you wish to achieve it- carry her
Wipe her tears.
Give her hope.
Kiss her hands.
Tell her you love her,
in every tongue you speak.
Clean for her.
Cook for her.
Strive for her.
Do not simply hold her hand, for that is not where heaven lies.
Bare her burdens.
You may never come close to the unconditional manner and love in which she bared yours-
But you may earn the key to the gardens of eternal bliss locked beneath her feet."
i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me
I know it hurts. The pain has become inevitable. But don’t you for a second think, you can’t do this anymore. Allah has put you through this trial because He knows you can handle it. He knows you got this.