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The most beloved duaa to Allah swt.
Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.
I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard
Corruption has appeared throughout the land and sea by [reason of] what the hands of people have earned so He may let them taste part of [the consequence of] what they have done that perhaps they will return [to righteousness].
There’s a reason Jannah is not in her hands,
but under her feet.
For if it was in her palms, her selfless love would have
handed it to you despite your deserving.
Alas, it is the ground that bears her entire weight. That is
where heaven lies, and if you wish to achieve it- carry her
Wipe her tears.
Give her hope.
Kiss her hands.
Tell her you love her,
in every tongue you speak.
Clean for her.
Cook for her.
Strive for her.
Do not simply hold her hand, for that is not where heaven lies.
Bare her burdens.
You may never come close to the unconditional manner and love in which she bared yours-
But you may earn the key to the gardens of eternal bliss locked beneath her feet.
They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
No one should have to live like this :/
I want everyone to reblog this. I know no one will, because this isn’t a picture of a skinny girl or a deep meaningful quote. This is deeper than everything, how can someone ignore what’s happening in Gaza at the moment. This is one example of many innocent lives being threatened for no reason. This breaks my heart.
I hate when people say under pictures no one will REBLOG this because it’s not a skinny girl like we don’t care about anything else. this is an important issue and we have hearts. we don’t only care about skinny fucking girls. we care about the world too.