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The year that passed took its first step by taking an unexpected road. Finished with school and no longer working. Was given all this free time to spend doing things I'd been meaning to do for a long time, and it wasn't until I was no longer so so busy that I realized how exhausted I was from running after the world. How much I needed the slower pace. Three months later I turned 23 and asked myself where I would be in another three months, just because. Made a note of it in my notebook to check back on when the time came. Just because. Three months passed and I sat in awe of Allah's decree as everything changed in front of me. Light. Another three months. I thought back to where I was less than a year ago, and it is still hard to process that so much could and did happen in such a short time. Alhamdulillah. There is no such thing as being grateful enough. Four months or so since then. It is quieter in this town, but it is warm. I used to frequently write about coldness, how it seemed to envelope everything sometimes. It is not cold here. And these days, I need to remind myself of that, because the mind plays tricks and the devil whispers. But it is not cold here. It is so, so warm. It is enveloping. 

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Tired of feelings

Tired of feelings

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Abu Yahya Suhaib bin Sīnan (All��h be pleased with him) reported that: the Messenger of Allāh (ﷺ) said, “How wonderful is the case of a believer; there is good for him in everything and this applies only to a believer. If prosperity attends him, he expresses gratitude to Allah and that is good for him; and if adversity befalls him, he endures it patiently and that is better for him.“

[Sahīh Muslim. Rīyad as-Sālihin: The Book of Miscellany – Book 1, Hadith no. 27.  Source: Dar-us-salam English Publication] (via pearlsofislam)

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And I’ve been crossing bridges in hopes of reaching the other side but most have crumbled beneath my feet. And now, another bridge. And I tread cautiously, though the dreamer in me wants to run, run before the foundations give way and I find myself falling through air, the weight of a burning bridge plunging me downward, again. No, tread cautiously, feather-light. No attachments.

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