because bad things draw you closer to God.
because bad things make you more grateful for the good.
because things are rough all over and life is rarely easy for anyone, good or bad.
because this world is dar-ul-amal, a place of action, and the akhirah is dar-ul-jaza’, the place where you’ll get the result of your actions.
because God wants you to have a specific rank in paradise, and sometimes He does that by giving you hardship in this world so you don’t have to suffer in the next.
because bad and good is sometimes only a matter of perspective [“you may dislike something which is good for you or like something which is bad for you; God knows and you do not.” 2:216]
because maybe it’s all about having faith in God through both the good and bad, trusting Him implicitly and relying on Him to always know what’s best for you in all circumstances.
— Shaykh Ḥamza Yūsuf (via theconsciousmuslim)
”You marry one another with the intention that I will try to bring this person to Paradise with me.”— Sheikh Usama Abdul Ghani
”..Is life too heavy on your heart..?
…call upon god, and ask for help.
No one will help you but Him..
..the difficulties of your heart will melt away as you call out ‘ya Allah’..”
We are in dire need of Your guidance, so guide us
— (via thelittlephilosopher)
Recitation of Ayatul Kursi
Deep down, the truth was hidden,
That what he was looking for
Was someone who’d listen.
And because he never could find one,
He made it his purpose to be one.
- Nadir Keval (www.nadirkeval.com)
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— Ramana Maharshi (via arabarabarab)
I am not worried for the souls of the children who freeze and starve to death in Syria. They roam freely in the gardens of paradise.
My heart aches for their mothers who upon looking at their cherub’s lifeless body must wish to cease living themselves out of grief. But still, I am not worried for their souls as God does not place on a soul a burden greater than it can bear. As a reward for their patience, their children await them in the hereafter, grabbing on to their hands and clothes, refusing to let go until God enters them into paradise together. How beautiful!
The people I worry about most are you and me. The ones who have full fridges and warm homes and yet do little to thank Allah or come to the aid of those in need…the ones who have forgotten that each time an innocent person is killed and we turn away uncaring and unmoved, a part of our faith dies with them.
May Allah (swt) reunite every suffering mother and child, husband and wife and relative with those they loved most in this world under His shade. May they drink from the hands of our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him), and may they forget every pain that has ever afflicted them in this world.
i wanted to share this link with all of you. My first ever best friend, i’ve known her for 19 years now, was diagnosed with Stage IV Glioblastoma brain cancer in 2012. At the young age of 21, the doctors told her she only had 364 days to live. It is now 2014 and she has undergone three brain surgeries, full radiation treatment and also going to chemotherapy. There is absolutely nothing that can stop this girl.
I am requesting that you please take a second to click that link and donate. or even reblog this to help spread the word and support my bff in her fight. she is pretty badass and fierce and a fighter but please keep her in your prayers as well <3
I saw this old guy earlier, probably in his early 60s, and he always struck me as a really nice guy. He barely spoke English and whenever I’d talk to him, he’d just nod and smile. He reminded me of this gentle giant guy and sometimes I see him giving food to that homeless guy we usually see outside.
I saw him today with bandages on his arm and I recognized what it was. He has an arteriovenous fistula which is surgically created for those people who need dialysis for chronic kidney failure.
There was something different about him today and to me, he looked grey and weak, such a contrast to his always smiling face. He’s probably on dialysis for a while and having that fistula means it’s a more permanent part of his life until he gets a kidney transplant.
I hope he does.
May Allah (swt) grant him shifa and give him long life.
I’m sorry anon I don’t have any advice for you :( but your family is in my duass, stay strong you guys will make it through. Allah will never put you through more than you can handle
Keep this person in your prayers. May Allah make it easy for you to find a job and may He rid you and your family of your troubles.