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I'm F. 21. Muslim. Bruneian...
My main ambition right now is to strive for a better end. Believe...♡
Forgive others not because they deserve it, but because you deserve some peace of mind and desire the forgiveness of your Lord.
Forgive others not because they deserve it, but because you deserve some peace of mind and desire the forgiveness of your Lord.

I hate insincerity 💔

1 year ago
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In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.
Overcome the angry by non-anger; overcome the wicked by goodness; overcome the miser by generosity; overcome the liar by truth.
Speak the truth; yield not to anger; when asked, give even if you only have a little.

"A real man is not the one who can court you in public or the one who can say to the world how much he loves you. Rather, real man is the one who can hide his feelings pretending that he doesn’t care, but deep inside, during his SUJUD, he’s asking for you from Allah."

islahnafsi:

cococoda:

Sweett ;’)

okay.. serius sweet ^^

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1 year ago
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Belittle not a sin and delay not in repentance.
What is a best friend if s/he can’t motivate or support you to strive for good things? This is one of the many things in life that I am utmost grateful for. I have said thousands of thank yous to Allah for blessing me with this type of love and kindness in life but to me, that is not enough. My prayers to You, my praises to You, oh Allah…I hope that’ll be enough to show you my thank yous, my gratitude to you.

What is a best friend if s/he can’t motivate or support you to strive for good things? This is one of the many things in life that I am utmost grateful for. I have said thousands of thank yous to Allah for blessing me with this type of love and kindness in life but to me, that is not enough. My prayers to You, my praises to You, oh Allah…I hope that’ll be enough to show you my thank yous, my gratitude to you.

1 year ago
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khushiyan:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 

…..

khushiyan:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her. 

…..

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1 year ago
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Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via imaan-daar)

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