I want to follow him around like a cat and run in front of his feet and trip him

Ya Allaah gift me a husband like you gifted Khadijah رضي الله عنها with Rasulullah صلى الله عليه وسلم make my husband love me, respect me, honour me, cherish me the way Rasulullah loved Khadijah رضي الله عنها and later as he loved Aisha رضي الله عنها dying in her laps, make him truthful like Abu Bakr Siddique رضي الله عنه make him righteous leader and Lord fearing like Umar رضي الله عنه make him wealthy in (health/wealth) as Uthman al Ghani رضي الله عنه make him bold, fierce, fearless and firm on His deen like Ali رضي الله عنه and grant us righteous progeny like you blessed Ali with Hassan and Hussain رضي الله عنهن Ya Allaah inherit him with qualities of Talha Ibn Ubaidullaah, Abdullah Ibn Abi Bakr, Abu Dujana and all the righteous sahabah and grant him Shahdaah like your chosen sahabah رضي الله عنهم Ameen

imagine having a little garden where you grow strawberries for your cakes and cucumbers for your sandwiches and you have tea with your partner every midmorning.  you plant each other’s favorite flowers and give each other bouquets. thats the life.

Rose Flint, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Black Wind"

[Text ID: “These are the nights when everything cages me: / your gentleness, our love, the spaces between us”]

“i look at you and feel like a future where we live with our rescue pets and greenhouses. painting our bedroom the bluest of blues because i know it’s your favourite. i’ll spend all my time finding ways to fill up your life. to hear your soft sighs at sundown. to find your books left by my nightstand. listen to raindrops bumping onto rooftops, with your head that rests, always, in the crooks of my shoulder.”

—  i could make you happy / sai assari

Sai Assari, Dreamer’s Collection

a dining-table in a dining room set with four chairs. a starched tablecloth embroidered with roses. armchairs in the sitting room placed around a small wood fire. our house is modest - nothing fancy, no show - the kitchen small but with everything we need. we eat rice and peas on weekdays with grilled chicken and corn. on weekends the kitchen smells like a buffet of roast meats and vegetables and hot soup bubbling on the stove. you fix the roof that leaks and the creaky board on the verenda. i sip lemon tea by an open window and look on at the golden horizons that stretch. there’s a horse that strolls by in the cold evening, passing over daffodils blooming with all the colours of a brilliant rainbow.

i know he curves your lips into a smile and your heart feels safe inside his steady palms. but you have parted ways for a reason. you are a gem of a woman and you will find someone who makes you feel like the lightest element, brighter than any sunrise, like a kite running loose in the wind, you will - but it’s just...not going to be him.

someone who is soft and careful with your heart.

He's one of those people who makes you fall in love with life

when it's time for you to leave this dunya

that wounded you with its bitterness

may you declare your faith one last time

before your soul enters the realm

before your soul meets its Home

before your soul peacefully finds refuge

with The One who heals all pain

- aqeedat aslam

when lana said ‘there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live’ i felt that

Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

I don't have to explain so much with him. We're from the same world.

Jessi Jezewska Stevens, The Visitors

Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)

Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.

Thinking about how ertugrul said, “be the sultan of my heart, the mother of my children and my companion til the end.” And then halime said something like “how can I be your sultan when I couldn’t even be the sultan of my own palace”.

i can't wait to grow old with you. a cottage in the countryside, gentle smiles and kisses on the cheek, tending to our garden. we can sit on the porch and watch the sunset, fingers softly intertwined, silhouettes bathed in the golden light.