Quran is a mirror; it holds itself right up to humanity and says, find yourself in there.

Shaykh Hamza Yusuf (via heartheraindrops-fall)

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Kahlil Gibran (via emotional-algebra)

(via bhabhaismyhomi)

Your physical attributes, like your body, are merely borrowed. Do not set your heart on them, for they are transient and only last for an hour. Your spirit by contrast is eternal: your body is on this earth, like a lamp, but its light comes from that everlasting Source above.

Rumi- Masnavi IV: 1840-2 (via thelittlephilosopher)

(via a-kernel-with-no-shell)

My heavens and earth could not contain Me, and yet the heart of My believing servant does contain Me.

He may deprive us in one place, but in return He blesses us in sooooooo many others.
Perspective matters. Just need to keep our eyes, hearts and minds open.
Alhamdullilah.

i-ate-your-brain:

Bombay, India by Steve McCurry

i-ate-your-brain:

Bombay, India by Steve McCurry

(via a-kernel-with-no-shell)

God is the universe’s best kept secret. Yet His work makes Him the most obvious.

Ustadh Nouman Ali Khan (via heartheraindrops-fall)

gardensoftherighteous:

Real patience is keeping yourself composed at a time when society would empathize with your reaction simply because you answer to God, not to society. 

heartheraindrops-fall:

Sometimes you don’t see the blessing behind a hardship until you realize how eagerly it made you wait for the next salah. I have never regretted keeping things to myself, but I have always regretted not having enough faith in Him.

#nts  #relevant  

So often we teach fear, because we think that immorality stems from a lack thereof. This can be true. But I believe there is a more hidden and counter-intuitive cause of immorality: despair and hopelessness. Often what holds us down isn’t the idea that I can do whatever I want—but the opposite. Often, it’s the idea that I *can’t* do any better, that I don’t deserve any better. Often, it’s the idea that I could *never* be better. This is the silent killer that we ironically plant in the hearts of our children every time we teach them that unless they’re perfect, they’re worthless. This is the self-sabotaging monster that we feed every time we absorb the illusion of the super human icon of piety. Righteousness is not for the superhero. It’s for the beggar. For the humble. For the slave. It’s for the one who knows his desperate need for God. The one who sees his own imperfection—so clearly—and yet never stops getting up. And trying again. The one who never stops hoping. Never despairs. The one who knows that no amount of human weakness is ever greater than His mercy.