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The Prince of Wales hosted a Garden Party at Buckingham Palace in London || 21 MAY 2024

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Ketika nikmat sehat Allah ambil, ...

Begitu banyak nikmat yang Allah berikan kepada makhlukNya termasuk kita, hambaNya. Sampai-sampai kita tak mampu menghitung dan menyebut semuanya. Dari nikmat iman, nikmat hidup dan kehidupan sampai nikmat lain. Bagiku, semua nikmat adalah besar nilainya karena jika bukan Allah yang beri siapa lagi.

Dari semua nikmat itu ada 2 nikmat yang seringkali para hambaNya terpedaya. Yaitu nikmat sehat dan waktu luang. Terlihat remeh, bukan? Tapi sejatinya tidak. Tanpa nikmat sehat mungkin kita tak bisa melakukan apapun dan hanya terbaring di kasur. Begitu pula dengan nikmat waktu luang. Tanpa waktu luang kita tak bisa melakukan pekerjaan. Sehat dan waktu luang juga bisa saling bersinggungan. Kita memiliki kesehatan tapi tak ada waktu luang menjadikan kita tak bisa melakukan suatu hal. Kita memiliki waktu luang tapi kondisi badan sakit membuat kita hanya bisa rebahan untuk istirahat. Semua menjadi tak nyaman tanpa nikmatNya. Kedua nikmat tadi merupakan sabda nabi shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam yang berbunyi,

نِعْمَتَانِ مَغْبُونٌ فِيهِمَا كَثِيرٌ مِنَ النَّاسِ ، الصِّحَّةُ وَالْفَرَاغُ

Artinya : ”Ada dua kenikmatan yang banyak manusia tertipu, yaitu nikmat sehat dan waktu senggang”. (HR. Bukhari no. 6412, dari Ibnu ‘Abbas)

Lalu jika sedang Allah ambil nikmat sehat, apa yang dirasakan?

Pastilah sakit dan tidak nyaman. Kita mulai benar-benar menyadari bahwa sehat itu benar-benar nikmat dan mahal. Kita menjadi lemah dan selalu minta dikuatkan dan diangkat penyakitnya. Bahkan mungkin menjadi tidak sabar dan emosional. Lalu minta juga ketenangan, kesabaran, ketabahan dan penerimaan. Baru sakit sedikit, mengeluhnya minta ampun. Dasar, manusia.

Kadangkala sakit ini juga bukan hanya ujian bagi yang mengalami tapi juga bagi orang sekitar yang turut merawat dan menemani. Mereka juga diuji atas kesabaran merawat kita saat sakit. Tak jarang kita akan merepotkan dan menyusahkan. Pekerjaan kita akan bertumpuk padanya karena kita tak mampu menyelesaikan. Bahkan mereka akan membantu kita melakukan hal kecil seperti makan dan minum. Semoga Allah juga berikah kesabaran, kebaikan dan keberkahan terhadap amal baik mereka.

Lalu saat sakit apa yang bisa kita lakukan?

Maka, baiklah doa singkat ketika menjenguk orang sakit

لَا بَأْسَ طَهُورٌ إِنْ شَاءَ اللهُ

Artinya : "Tidak mengapa, (semoga sakitmu ini merupakan) pembersih (dosamu), insya Allah.”

Maka, besar harapan jika kita mampu melewati sakit dengan sabar, sakit ini bukan merupakan ujian saja melainkan sebagai wasilah Allah mengampuni dosa-dosa kita.

Maka, di kala sakit selain meminta untuk diangkat penyakitnya dan dijadikan sehat kembali. Perbanyaklah berdzikir, perbanyak istighfar dan memohon ampun padaNya. Semoga dengan dzikir tersebut mampu meringankan rasa sakit kita dan Allah ampuni dosa-dosa kita.

Atau di saat kita tak tahu lagi atas doa dan dzikir yang ingin kita lantukan maka mohon ampunlah. Perbanyak istighfar.

[wasistunendlichkeit]

you never said it, but you did not have to

i know you loved me back like i knew you still loved her teared yourself apart over that loss

there was an aching hole inside my chest each day i walked into that room knowing you would never come through that door again

you said i would find someone better

did it ever cross your mind that this still does not mean i would find someone that i love as much as i loved you?

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21052024

Guzma☠️

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Can’t believe I’m drawing HIM now after so many years lmao! I was SO obsessed with sun and moon when it came out😂

Just a quick doodle👉👈

Want to replay so baaaad!

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Daily Nagoriyuki 21052024

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They meet again between life and death, in a place called the Limbo. 

This time, Harry does not wake up in the pure-white King’s Cross he so often revisits in his memory. He’s back at the Dursleys’, locked inside his cupboard again. And someone’s banging hard on the door.

No, he thinks in despair. Not Uncle Vernon. 

‘Open up!’ But the voice is too high to be his uncle’s, Harry dimly notes; and the accent way too rough to be Dudley’s either. ‘We’re running out of time!’

‘Door’s locked from the outside,’ Harry says wearily. ‘Who’s there?’

‘Use your magic, you daft mug. And it’s Riddle you’re speaking to.’

The lever is met with resistance when Harry turns the handle. But Riddle’s right. Harry pushes his magic through the keyhole – Alohomora – and the lock clicks open.

Riddle is eleven, and so is Harry now, it seems. He takes a look at Harry – a dead spider caught on his shoulder, his too-large t-shirt full of holes – and curls his lips with derision.

‘So that’s how you’ve been using your magic?’ 

Harry ignores him. He leads the way out onto the empty street. As they walk past the trimmed hedges and boring gardens, Riddle tries to get him to talk again. ‘A wizard called Dumbledore says I should find you, says you know the way,’ he prompts. 

‘Did he?’ Harry is briefly taken aback. ‘Where to?’

‘To the new place, of course.’ Riddle shoots him a dubious glance. ‘You’d better not be giving me the runaround.’

‘I’m not,’ Harry says, wondering why Dumbledore still enjoys complicating matters this much, even in death. ‘In any case if we’re going anywhere, I think we ought to head over to King’s Cross Station first …’

‘King’s Cross? That’s in London, that’s where I come from,’ Riddle exclaims. 

As if fuelled by the information, he grabs Harry by the wrist and begins to sprint down the street; all the while, he talks and talks.

‘… and I grew up in Whitechapel. Wool’s Orphanage, if you must know. A soft touch like you wouldn’t have lasted a day there, Harry.’ 

Harry shakes his head, exasperated. It has just occurred to him that they needn’t run at all. It’s the Limbo; they could probably teleport themselves wherever they liked. But they’re going so fast now it’s all Harry can focus his mind on: the speed, the wind in his hair and Riddle, his small, cold hand holding Harry’s. 

It’s almost like flying. Harry can feel himself becoming lighter with each step forward, with each memory left behind. He forgets his own death – the second one … then the first – he forgets the horrors of the war and the people he lost.  

Around them, the tidy suburban streets of Surrey blur, blend, into the cobblestoned confusion that is the East End, which Riddle navigates with the elegance of an alley cat.

‘We’re almost there,’ he says, before immediately launching into another one of his dark anecdotes about the exorcist whom he’d named his archnemesis since he was six. 

Harry’s usually put off by gobby people, but somehow Riddle is growing on him. Maybe it's because Riddle's actually quite hilarious. Maybe it’s because of his endless energy; how vital and unapologetic he still is after being told that there’s something wrong with him his whole life. 

‘I’d like to come here again sometime,’ Harry says as they outrun the old warehouses and backstreets; the red brick lanes and ivy-clad walls. ‘With you. On the other side.’

At that Riddle’s face breaks into a wide smile, a genuine one. ‘On the other side,’ he agrees, a wicked glint in his eyes. ‘Why not? I’ll show you around.’

Later, at the white platform where a train stands waiting for them, Harry finds a one-way ticket in his front pocket. On it says: 01 - SEP - 1938.

21052024 | @microficmay | life & death

[world-of-wales]

The Prince of Wales hosts a garden party at Buckingham Palace || 21 MAY 2024

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21052024

I ate like a 2 liter bix of ice cream today. Like the whole thing. And some bread and other stuff too I guess. And then did nothing but sleep and lie on my bed and look at memes and complain that I got a head ache from the ice cream. Like.

What sense does that make?

Sugar addiction on high gear and being tired to the bone from having not a single day without some stupid stuff for over a week.

I think I'll go on a little walk or something and then back to bed bc I have rehab/'work' tomorrow. If I gould just fucking sleep.

What's the point of hormones going haywire every month and causing a spiral of damage control and more damage? SH included.

I just don't feel right again, and I don't know wtf it is and how to fix it. I hate it.

I got an large, empty box of ice cream now. I wonder what I can put in it. Markers maybe? Some other things like that?

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