lionofallah:

" Prophet ﷺ never hit a woman " - Ibn Majah 

www.lionofAllah.com

Alhamdulillah, my husband. ♡
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holdontoyourimaan:

From the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! INSHALLAH.
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ahmadkaleq:

mwoch:

my work 


I love this ayah
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Bataaon Tumhe Kahaani Udaas Logon Ki ?
Kabhi Ghaur Karna Yeh Hanstey Bohat Hain.

Shall I speak the story of depressed people ? Look with attention, they laugh a lot. (via pakistanironakh)

wah wah

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naghizaameem:

naveedahsan:

truthofislam2529:

I fell in love with Allah when I realized He was the only one who caught me when I fell, rescued me when I was in distress, and watched over me as I slept every night.


So cute ❤

Np
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zomgkins:

Koi to hai jo nizaam-e-hasti chala raha hai… wohi Khuda hai.
Dikhayi bhi jo na de, nazar bhi jo araha hai… wohi Khuda hai.

Wohi hai mashriq, wohi hai magrib, safar karein sab uss he ki jaanib
Har aayeenay mein jo aks apna dikha raha hai… wohi Khuda hai.

Talaash usko na kar…

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

I’m really glad I read that.

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dancinemaniac:

Three Aunties
Wazir Khan Masjid (Wazir Khan Mosque)
Lahore, Pakistan
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mazartokabul:

thalamtnafsee:

zikrayat:

Just because I’m a Muslim woman and you’re a Muslim man doesn’t mean I will timidly shrink into the corner whenever you walk by. Keeping my gaze lowered does not mean stepping aside so you can walk freely. Having modesty doesn’t mean disappearing. I am so strong in my faith and my womanhood and I know the status of women in Islam; if anything, you should step aside for us.

this

Aye. 

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If you support Israel please unfollow me

redplebeian:

Correction: If you support Israel, first, go fuck yourself, second, go out there and memorize all the names of innocent Palestinian men, women and children Israel has murdered in cold blood just in the last 72 hours. See their names. Look at pictures of their mutilated corpses. Try to feel a human emotion for once in your fucking life. 

Then unfollow me

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