(Source: guidedhearts)
“The idea of physical beauty is so strong that woman is also governed by it, and she finds satisfaction with herself only when she finds herself beautiful and her beauty a subject of public judgement. This image of woman, a beautiful woman, also takes its roots as an established value in the minds of men, to the extent that even at the time of making the most important decision (in life)- namely marriage- they are after finding a spouse possessing such physical qualities. The demand of the society from a woman, the demand of a woman from herself, and the demand of man from a woman, all revolve around the physical beauty. But the real beauty lies in the moment the society, man, and woman herself should demand from woman the beauty of the soul and the spirit, and human qualities and talents. The body which is destined to decay, to be mingled with the dust and to produce (be eaten by) worms, even at the pinnacle of its beauty, is but an obstruction in the way to real beauty. The beauty of concealment (hijab), therefore, lies in the elimination of the physical values in order to revive the values of the real self of a woman in the mind of the society, of man, and of woman.”
— ‘Zeinab Boroujerdi’ (via nargessi)
Mostafa Javidan - Man khoda Ra Dideham - 07 Soofia
I see the Quran of Muhammad as an ocean of pearls, I see the entirety of Ahmad’s Pure light in my gaze, O Sufi, say, “I am the truth, there is no god but He”
Surin delavar: Ali, stand up for a second, sometimes you forget who you are… who we...
Ali, stand up for a second, sometimes you forget who you are… who we all are. The very fact that you are here now speaks volumes. Don’t stay broken, don’t crawl asleep, you have to heal and fly. It isn’t an issue of choice. There is no other way, you wouldn’t want it any other way…
When you were…
(Source: great-freedom)
“And maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero
With that scarf dangling from her neck
Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it,
Maybe she would never leave home without it,
And maybe she don’t care about what other people think,
Because most people’s opinion ‘aint even valid
Maybe she feels free,
Maybe she has peace of mind,
And maybe she’ll give you a peace of her mind if you step out of line,
Maybe she isn’t perfect, but maybe she’s trying,
Maybe she’s just taking things one day at a time,
Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries,
And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside
Maybe she can hear every single word said by those cowards,
Maybe she has no problems defying those who doubt her,
Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder,
Maybe she wears that shield ‘cause every single day is a battle,
Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,
Maybe we should start learning how to love that’s within,
Maybe God only knows all the places she has been,
Maybe she comes back to Him again and again,
Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live
Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give,
Cause maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle, and suitable,
And maybe, just maybe, she is beautiful.”
— Boonaa Mohammed, Beautiful. (via majesticmodesty)
“Allah (swt) said to Prophet Musa: “O Musa! Ask My servants to confess about Me that I am the most Merciful of all the merciful and I answer the supplications of the uneasy souls and I ward off the troubles and turn the conditions of time and I grant bounties after calamities and appreciate even small deeds and give reward generously and turn the needy into the affluent and that I am the everlasting Mighty and Omnipotent Lord and that they should pray to me.”
— (Hayaat Al Qulub vol I)
(Source: yaseeneducation)
The Last Words of Sayyeda Fatima [s.a]
As narrated from the Nahjul Balagha:
“Ali! You know also that this is the last day of my life.
I am happy and also, I am sad…
Happy that my troubles will shortly be over and I shall meet my father,
And I am sorry to part with you…
Please Ali! Make a note of what I say and do as I wish you to do.
After me you may marry anybody you like, but you must marry my cousin Yamama. She loves my children and Hosseyn is very much attached to her.
Let Fizza remain with you even after her marriage if she so desires, she was more than a mere servant to me. I loved her like my daughter.
Ali! Bury me in the night and do not let those who have been so cruel to me attend my burial.
Let my death not dishearten you, you have to serve Islam and humanity for a long time to come.
Let not my sufferings embitter your life, promise me Ali…”
Imam Ali said, “Yes Fatima, I promise.”
Lady Fatima continued, “Ali, I know you love my children but be very careful of Hosseyn. He loves me dearly and will miss me sadly, be a mother to him. Till my recent illness, he used to sleep on my chest. He is already missing it.
Do not weep Ali! I know with a rough outward appearance, what a tender heart you possess.
You have already borne too much and will have to bear more…
Farewell Ali! Say goodbye to me.”
Sorrow had choked Imam Ali, his words were mixed with tears, he said,
“Goodbye Fatima…”
Hearing this she said, “May the merciful Lord help you to bear these sorrows and sufferings patiently, now let me be alone with God.”
Saying this she turned towards her prayer carpet and prostrated before God.
When after a little while Imam Ali entered the room, he found her still in prostration but the soul had departed to join her holy father in the realm of his grace, mercy, and might.
She died very young.
Imam Ali says, “A flower nipped in the bud, it was from paradise and it went from paradise… but has left is fragrance in my mind.”
Always brings tears to my eyes :/
(Source: flyingfatkidd)
Surin delavar: What I feel doesn’t fit in these words anymore. This language is...
What I feel doesn’t fit in these words anymore. This language is breaking apart. I tried writing in Persian today. I found my rhythm, but Persian is too pure and beautiful for my fallen self.
Every time I look up at the stars they descend into my soul. The night sky comes into bed with me, and I…
