Forgiveness

Sometimes forgiving is easier then remembering the pain. Sometimes letting go is better then holding on and moving forward is better then living in the past. Running away isn’t always the right option but removing yourself from the situation is always your decision.

Forgive friend so you maybe forgiven

Love so you can love yourself,

Make the choice and start afresh,

For tomorrow is never promised.

Praise is only for today.

Revitalize

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Beloved

Eyes moist with tears and a heart pained through longing.

Footprints mark the lands; trodden bare foot. Throats parched with thirst, hands risen in hope; the sweetness of the struggle dancing on dry lips.

The seeking of the Beloved, is the path to the meeting; yearning through a desire.

A love, only eternal.

Separation from the beloved is not possible.
Lovers don’t just meet. Their within each other all along.

يا فلسطين الحبيبة لم ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻙ

“Israeli citizens cannot live with the threat from rockets and from death tunnels – death from above and from below,” Netanyahu said in a speech”

REALLY? Do these “threats” come from children? The death toll of the Palestinians is above 1,040.
How are they being permitted to murder children in cold blood; والله in this world we give animals more rights and importance then we do our fellow humans.
We are allowing the LIVES of humans to be toyed with like this; it IS mass murder, an open air hunting ground for the predators. Atleast animals Only kill for food.
سبحان الله
where is the sense in people – does the world not see the reality,
has دخان blinded them, how do they feed into this illusion that Israel is the victim, that “Hamas” are the real threat; how are people blind to statistics and the facts that are being plastered world wide?

Is it because they are Palestinian lives and not Israeli, American or European?

إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعون

Surely to الله we belong and to Him is our return. May the heavens be filled with the laughter of the Palestinian children and all those martyred due to the selfish, greedy and satanic minded belief of oppressors.

يالله forgive us and preserve your Beloveds ummatis and allow us to do what we can and unite for the sake of you, for the sake of humanity ameen.

O فالسطين maybe our hearts would burst forth from our breasts if we were to ever witness your true agony. Forgive us and stay courageous and patient as you are, for I believe and know that my Lord, الله never burdens a soul with more than it can bear and your souls are precious to the Almighty and you WILL be free one day انشاءالله .

يا فلسطين الحبيبة لم ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻙ

O my beloved فلسطين; I have not forgotten. ❤

Beyond Faults

Love beyond all faults, My friend.
Who knows which one of your faults, may turn the Beloveds face away from you?

So remember, to Love beyond all faults,
for only Love can teach and Mercy can rectify.

Live in His spirit,
Love beyond all faults.
My friend,
you were once lost too.

The Passionate Woman

Feel blessed to be a woman of passion. 

A passionate woman. 
A woman who feels and hears.

A woman who cries from her soul and laughs from her breast,
Full of joy and love. 

A giving woman. 
A kind woman. 
A woman not afraid of her mistakes. 

A woman God has blessed time and time again.
An Imperfect woman,
Who is proud of her blessings

Rejoice in the passion he has given you. 

The feeling of feeling passionate about something or someone is a feeling not everyone is blessed with…
The ultimate aim is to achieve that everlasting passion…To feel the نور (light) entering the breast. 

Don’t be Afraid
Embrace it.

We are Passionate Women.

 

Tree of Life – SHE

SHE.

She, looked at her familiar surroundings, sighed and sat down, cross legged, tired limbs, puffy eyes, ragged skin.
No. This can’t be it.

She, picking up her pen and deep rooted notebook, sighed and starting writing; fragmented thoughts, disjointed puzzles, unanswered questions.
No. This can’t be it.

She, torn between half smiles and those half frozen tears; laughs.
No. This can’t be it.

The tree has deep rooted veins, the golden veins bulge on the cover, a backdrop of long brown winters.

The tree, has branches and leafs.
They begin to fall, scattering the brown earth like stars in the dark sky.
Her golden feathers crumble to the ground.

No. This can’t be it.

She, sits staring at her leafless tree, sighs and puts the pen down.

No. This can’t be it…

The roots don’t budge,
but
The branches still grow,
Seasons change,
Life once more takes ITs form.

She, sitting cross legged, tired to the bone; rejoices and quietly cries.
See, this is IT….

The Real Enemy – Rumi

Seeking

Seeking alone is not enough,

One must search through his yearning –

For the Beloved is shy,

Like the wind you feel but cannot see.

 

“Assalatu khayrum minan naum” الصلاة خير من النوم

“Assalatu khayrum minan naum“

الصلاة خير من النوم

Why do you not hear the Beloveds call?

When He found you lost and guided you.

He found you broken and saved you.

He found you alone and befriended you.

He found you hurt and healed you.

He found you each and every time, by calling you:

“Assalatu khayrum minan naum“

الصلاة خير من النوم

Why do you not hear the Beloved call?

Has your heart become so attached to the sounds of this Earth,

 that you do not hear the soft tone, of The One.

The Earth spinning on its axis hears His call,

the Sun that rises in the east and sets in the west hears His call,

the Moon taking over at night hears His call,

each rushing to obey swiftly, at His Call.

Yet you do not hear the Beloveds call.

Why has your heard hardened to the Call of the Beloved?

“Assalatu khayrum minan naum“

الصلاة خير من النوم

 Come, Come, lets go Home.

Beloved

Why has your heart hardened to the call of the Beloved?

Do you not hear the calling at dawn?

The birds chirping, singing the Beloveds song,

the trees swaying, bowing down at every call.

Why have your eyes veiled to the beauty of the Beloved?

Do you not see the shining of the stars that scatter the night sky?

The leafs that change colour, at their set time,

the rain that pours down, giving way to life.

Why has your heart hardened to the call of the Beloved?

The one who made love, gives love and is loved.

Why has your heart hardened to the call of the Beloved?

Are you not in Love?