Sometime ago i was visited by these beautiful kind souls ..
 i called them 'Angels fr Allah'..
There are 3 beautiful 'angels' accompanied by 2 little adorable 'angels' bearing gifts of hope and bounty..
They radiates the room just being there..
When i was looking at them..speechless and in awe..
thinking..
Ya Allah.. ya rabb.. we are not related by blood... but they were willing to reach their hands to me, assisting, listening..
U had answered my duas ya Allah..Ya Rabb and i'm so grateful..
They are amongst the kind,beautiful, souls which you had send
to me..
Their beautiful souls radiates from within...
May Allah gives them blessings and gives them the best in this dunia and akhirah... Ameen..

Rare is the soul that takes from itself,
Protecting others, to find personal wounds reopened.
Rare is the soul that loves beyond measure,
Who is forgotten when ease settles,
And is recalled when times of distress come once again.
Rare is the soul that is ever-dependable,
Here at every moment,
But one wonders, for how long?

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To place others before yourself is a rare attribute, and a blessing from Allah..
Those souls who endure such a path are often undervalued..
The ones who embrace this path with the greatest of commitment are those who realise their worth is not determined by those who fail to appreciate their service, but by reminding themselves of the warmth the heart feels knowing that a small action may have had a big impact on the life of another..
Alhamdulillah..


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Sometimes,
I wish you could take a walk in my mind,
See the sorrow that litters these gardens of joy.
If only for a moment,
You could see what I see,
Maybe then you would go easy on me.




"Who is there to pick you up..?"






Hope;


That little flame that dances in our hearts,
It keeps us striving for what others may deem impossible,
It's the light where so many see darkness,
It is the freedom from the shackles of this dunya.



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There are some hearts that feel everything so intensely.
When they hear of your pain,
They live it with you,
Becoming frantic in seeking it's end.
And when they love,
They love with all their heart,
Committing to that cause with gracious patience.
There is both a blessing and curse that these hearts endure;
They are so profoundly touched even by the slightest hint of emotion.







Those who love us and hold us dear,
They know what lies within,
Though we may not utter a single word,
And it is in those times of quiet
We come to learn who truly has the patience to remain constant in their care.

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How sad and hollow this place has come to be,
You look at me, and you think you know what I should be.
Your aspersions are based upon your own mind's influence,
You make judgement based upon the journey that you have uniquely paved.
Yet you assume that your way and your judgement is what is applicable to me,
But you fail to see -
I am walking my own paved path,
My pain is not for you to understand,
My pain is mine,
And only I can fathom it's depth.
Yet, this cycle will continue until time comes quietly to an end;





We expect, yet we fail to support.





When I bow in earnest prayer,
And my heart fails to find the words I wish to speak;
Knowing that you Know,
Makes the tears flow easily -
Your Answer will come,
And this pain will subside.




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Wounds that wont heal!

They miss them in every meal
And they miss them when wounds don't heal
They miss not only their smile
But also their nagging once a while
They remember every scolding and each word
Within which love bloomed and bred
They miss them when they toss in bed
And think of the broken thread

When the world seems to sleep
Who would see the moist eye which weeps
Their reminders to read duas
Their worries and concern ever
They remember them on every happy occasion
They long for them in hidden sobs in gloom and tension

To those who have a mother
Think of those who yearn for theirs
Sit beside their feet and not higher than them
Speak soft and sweet and don't shout at them
Help them with a smile and be blessed (take their duas)
So that your place in jannah is sealed










A smile, a crime
-Binth Faizal
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My smile becomes a crime when a child cries out of pain,
Though she is far away in Syria, even out of sight in Palestine,
My smile becomes a crime when she's never known what it is.

My freedom prisons me in when I see her right behind the bars,
The legs and arms cling in fear and the terror befallen, dread scares,
When I see her die for her fault of birth.

My heart pounds in shock and shiver thinking what I would do,
If bombs, shells and drones come my way in winds' blows.
Still being struck in awe as to how she heals with those trembling thunders and quit at last.... Ya Ummathi

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The root of envy is actually ignorance. Ignorance of this truth: All blessings come in pairs. With every blessing is a test.
You envy someone for their blessing, because you don't see their test.






"If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you."

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