The Jihad of oneself...

Every day, every night
Every single sin I done
I felt ashamed for those things

Whether it’s unseen and unspoken

Inside my dark room alone and crying
Like a skies shedding tears
Like a mountain peak
Covered by dark smoke

I fight myself to be good
I fight the devil lives in me
I fight and silence but I failed
I cried, I can’t, I’m weak, I’m dying

I asked my Lord and repent
Give me another chance to change
I’m lost, I’m wrong, I did sins
Now I want to be pure and do good things

Ya Allah help me show to me the light
Forgive me have Mercy on me…Ameen

A love story...

      A very poor man lived with his wife. One day, his wife, who had very long hair asked him to buy her a comb for her hair to grow well and to be well-groomed. The man felt very sorry and said no. He explained that he did not even have enough money to repair his sandals which had just broken. She did not insist on her request. The man went to work and sold his damaged sandals at a low price and went to buy a comb for his wife. He came home in the evening with the comb in his hand ready to give to his wife. He was surprised when he saw his wife with a very short haircut. She had sold her hair and was holding a new pair of sandals. Tears flowed simultaneously from their eyes, not for the futility of their actions, but for the reciprocity of their love.

MORAL: To love is nothing, to be loved is something but to love and to be loved by the one you love, that is Everything.

Be You...

You are amazing as you are.
Stronger than you know.
More beautiful than you think.
Worthier than you believe.
More loved than you can ever imagine.

Passionate about making a difference.
Fiery when protecting those you love.
Learning,Growing,Not alone.
Warm,Giving,Generous.
Quirky,Sexy,Funny,Smart.
Flawed,Whole,Scared.
Brave and so, so, so.much.more.
Be Strong.
Be Confident.
Be You.