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Somewhere on earth there is a door reserved for each soul, and one day each of us will walk through that door never to return to this life again. Where that door is and when we will walk through it are unknowns we must live with and prepare for. Upon death, all of this – this whole world and all of its charms and occupations – will become as if it were all a dream.
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“I have so much to say, but no one listens.”
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Manav Gangwani at India Couture Week 2016
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Bist du so ein Mensch, der Sachen schätzt, wenn sie bei dir sind oder bist so ein Mensch, der Sachen erst schätzt, wenn du sie bereits verloren hast?
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Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.
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Do you honestly think that Allah has abandoned you? Do you think He doesn’t see your tears, shed in the dead of the night? Perhaps those tears are your means of gaining closeness to Him. Allah Hears you. He loves you. Whatever it is you’re praying for, you’ll be granted. Just trust in His Divine wisdom. Don’t be deceived about the infinite mercy of Allah.
Believe fully. Believe blindly. Allah never ever disappoints.
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Nothing happens except by the permission of الله
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Sūrah An-Nisā’ {4:142}
There is no doubt that Allāh can never be deceived, for He has perfect knowledge of the secrets and what the hearts conceal. However, the hypocrites due to their ignorance, scarce knowledge and weak minds, think that since they were successful in deceiving people, using Islamic Law as a cover of safety for themselves, they will acquire the same status with Allāh on the Day of Resurrection and deceive Him too. Allāh states that on that Day, the hypocrites will swear to Him that they were on the path of righteousness and correctness thinking that such statement will benefit them with Allāh.
Allāh’s statement:
وَهُوَ خَادِعُهُمْ 
{but it is He who deceives them} means, He lures them further into injustice and misguidance. He also prevents them from reaching the truth in this life and on the Day or Resurrection.
~Tafsīr Ibn Kathīr (English- Abridged) Vol.2 p.617.
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“My father was a fascist. He was trained to be a terrorist in Mussolini’s army. He was anti-everybody. The Irish were ‘micks,’ black people were ‘niggers,’ and Jewish people were ‘kikes.’ His main weapon was pain. He raped me, locked me in closets, beat me with broom handles. He sent me to the hospital many times. He’d threaten to blow my brains out in the middle of the street. I absorbed a lot of his emotional energy. Sometimes his voice still comes out of me. When I’m really angry, and cussing myself out, I sound just like him. It’s him inside me, speaking to me. But I didn’t become him. My grandfather saved me. My grandmother was a fascist like my father. She counted her rosary beads and condemned the world, but my grandfather was a simple man. He lived with us. He always told me: ‘Your father is a nut.’ He hugged me and kissed me. I swung between two extremes: the love of my grandfather and the hate of my father. My grandfather knew how to love. My father couldn’t love because he was too filled with terror. He didn’t have the tools to love. Once when I was fifteen, I walked over to my father and gave him a big hug. He kept his arms stiff by his side. I said ‘I love you Dad,’ and his body started trembling. There was a terrified child inside of him. He wanted to love. And he wanted to be loved. He just didn’t know how.”
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