Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
There are some feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.
On the pursuit of
perfection, we often
pick apart what makes
us unique, overlooking
the beauty of each trait.
But let me tell you this:
no one ever admired
a rose for the mere
symmetry of its petals.
If you go on the path of shukr (thankfulness), sabr (patience) will be made easy.
When I found my way
the thunderstorm in my soul
and a garden
of inner calm started
to grow inside of me.
Verily, He is As-Salman
The Source of Peace.
A good deed dies, when it is spoken about.
Sunne wale bohat hain, samajhne wala koi nahi.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.