How beautiful it is that Allah ﷻ gives us countless opportunities to turn to Him.

No matter what you have done, or how far you have gone, His doors of Mercy are always open.

فَفِرُّواْ إِلَى اللَّهِ

Turn back to Him!

Conversation with Moon

She said, why you are so beautiful?

I said, You are calling me beautiful? Even tho you are the most beautiful creation in the galaxy

She said, Have you ever looked at me from my eyes? You are the most beautiful one.

I said, why you think like that?

She said, because you are giving light to others even tho you feel darkness inside your heart and make me happy to see you like that.

Reminder..

Make yourself a priority.

There Are Many Kinds of Poets/Goodbye May

There are poets whose souls are full of perfumes and flowers, who look at life as the dawn of heaven; others who have nothing but shadows, bitterness and anger. There are painters who see everything blue; others, all yellow or all black. Each of us has a prism through which he perceives the world. Happy he who distinguishes radiant colors and joyful things. There are men who do not see in the world more than a title, more than women, more than banking, more than a man, determination, crazy things! I know some who see only railroads, markets, or cattle in it; some see in it a sublime plan; others, an obscene farce. You see what you want what you long for or you only look because you have eyes, I see the world as I see fit or it's shit or it's what I want not what you want men, women both see differently and those who agree in the art of seeing both perspectives know that life is how they want it.

Goodbye warm May,

I saw in you the good and the bad of a sunny day,

I am attracted to negative colors after seeing so many positive ones,

The night shows me her tears when during the day she smiled,

The future overwhelms me even when I yearned to have it,

The sound offers me wine my silence tells me to accept,

It's time to get drunk again to find the new way to start...

T.U.M

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Let us live every day as a celebration of each precious moment we have upon this earth. ~ @leehiller

El dolor profundo

El dolor más grande y profundo que tengo no fue cuando te fuiste, cuando volví y encontré tu sombra en mi almohada, tu aroma en mi baño, y tu presencia en mis sueños. tuve un dolor indescriptible, no lamento perderte lamento que mi mente esté maquinando todo lo pasado. Ese dolor es una cicatriz que me arde,pero no la puedo ver, me quema, pero no puedo tocarla. Me duele tanto que sangra, pero no la puedo secar, entiendes el dolor que tengo.

My dear self...

Forgive me for all the times I said... It's okay, when its not,

When I should have said it's not okay

Or

I forgive you.!

~najwazebian

Did it hurt; when you tried to know everything about me, and after I start opening myself and feel more comfortable, but you couldn't stand the type of person I am, how I am thinking, what I felt , and how sensitive I was, and you wanted to know less? Did it hurt you?

I am Tired

Tired of running towards infinite light

Tired of people around me

Tired of the unknown feelings I have

Tired of taking permissions

Tired of failure

Tired of every breath I take

Tired of being stuck

Tired of not being me

Tired of not achieving the path I want 

Tired of tiredness 

Día 17

No todo el tiempo, pero si para siempre.

Sí, no podré extrañarle, no podré quererle y no podré pensarle todo el tiempo. Es demasiado. Podré hacerlo por momentos del día, cuando despierte; cuando me muera a carcajadas; cuando alguien hable de su cantante favorito; en la noche cuando solíamos hablar… es entonces, cuando le recordaré. No será todo el tiempo, pero si para siempre.

Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

— Perspectives, Nikita Gill