The good that you do will come back to you. Likewise, the wrong things you've done in life will have its consequences too. Pain doesn't go easy. It hurts. But then, you turn to Allah and slowly if not suddenly you start feeling better. So much better. He open doors for you, give you new dreams, take care of you more than anything. You actually start feeling His love that you always heard of; the love of more than seventy mothers.
Then, you have to rely on Allah swt. Trust Him with everything. You have to let go of your past. More importantly, you do not have to repeat the past. Everyone make mistakes. It's more about how you deal with those mistakes.
There are always two ways:
To be stagnant and to have courage to accept mistakes, make yourself right and move on. Easier said than done, I know. But you need to force this attitude on yourself to be happy, to grow. Being stucked somewhere in the past is the least attractive thing. Don't chase the same pattern and do not start disobeying Allah all over again.
This time will pass, even the pain will go; but if you choose to be stagnant, you will regret more than anything. Hurdles come, you will get tired too; offcourse it all takes time, you can also stop for a while but then get up again and move. Do not make your home in those hurdles.
Cry to Allah, make du'a to Him and He will pour patience upon you in ways and in situations that you will be shocked by yourself.
"Go easy on yourself, for the outcome of all affairs is determined by God's decree. If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come your way, but if it's yours from destiny, from you it can not flee." - Umar ibn al-Khattab
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The quote of the day by who left today “A bikini is not a bikini unless it can be pulled through a wedding ring.” 비키니가 결혼반지를 끌어내지 못한다면 비키니가 아니다.
Louis Reard (1897 - 16 September 1984) was a French automobile engineer, clothes designer, best known for launching a two-piece swimsuit in 1946, which he called the bikini.
Therefore come to Me, My beloved little ones,
For you know My face!... Come forth, O sons and daughters of God,
For The Lord has redeemed you!... Come out, My people,
For The Holy One of Israel has called you by name!
//the life line on my right hand is shorter than the one on the left
which is to say that i will take my life before destiny does.
my first memory is of fear,
then of love,
and i was conditioned to kick that fear to the curb.
will we reminisce on judgment day.
my mother boarded the last train out of our small town
on a wednesday night but that is not why i hate wednesdays.
i like beginnings and i like endings
but i am not one who enjoys the company of ignorance under the cover of heavy rain.
don’t make me the essence of a storybook if only my name fascinates you.
i am more than three syllables and toothy smiles.
more than gloomy poetry and untamed hair and heavy-eyed sarcasm.
because small town girls are more than humble beginnings.
they must be.
as sunlight leaks into glimpses of my little sister’s joy,
i remember myself running around the periwinkle fields of my uncle’s girlfriend
as she stood on tiptoes and kissed him
wishing i wouldn’t see them but secretly hoping that i would.
but some lovers die in different cities, in different decades, at different times.
and i wish they had taught me to keep fear in the back pocket of my belted jeans
so that when you touched me,
the panic would make you combust.
☠️ ☠️ ☠️ 👆🏼⬅️ Jejejeje uno de los clásicos, y por supuesto mi tatuaje favorito; de pirata, veneno, muerte, etc. (Tan contento que olvidé tomar la foto sin la protección) 😂😂😂
Lars estaba preocupado porque le dijeron que en piel de [email protected] es complicado, no sé quienes le habrán dicho eso, pero no, para mi es un placer. Agradecido como siempre de la confianza.
Saludos amig@s querid@s, y cuidado con beber y conducir.
How we relate to death culturally, is reflected in the design of our cemeteries and crematoria. Could architecture help us with reshape our attitude towards death? A number of architects have recently shown modern design environments that process death – be it in practical or psychological terms. In our upcoming edition of Still Life on the 18th of September, we will review the current state of goodbye architecture and discover death embracing concepts with David Rademacher, Robin Beers, Theun Karelse and Susanne Duijvestein. ⠀
Image: Crematorium Memory Park in Kiev. Ada Rybachuk and Vladimir Melnichenko designed the crematorium to function as a therapeutic environment. In order to help participants of a funeral ceremony to cope with a psychological trauma, Rybachuk and Melnichenko developed the idea of the Memory Park with their own landscape design, the monumental Wall of Remembrance and the unique Halls of Farewell. The architecture of these halls had to avoid any association with the industrial process of cremation.⠀
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Some news were spread (even by the band itself) that the second album is ready to launch - recorded, with cover and all. But it was January last year, and it's still unreleased. I don't know what happened to @lastsacrament so this delay occured, but I'm patient and still waiting, because - probably - it's worth of it. However, guys, could you make it a bit faster? 😉
Yes, I still have "Enantiodromia" sealed. Long live Bandcamp, long live looseless formats 😀
Elijah McClain (who was only 23) was murdered by the police system while going to the store to buy some tea. He did nothing illegal or wrong. He was taken off life support and died not long ago. The cops used force against him which is reported and it's reported the EMTs in the Ambulance gave him a drug to calm him down and he then suffered a heart attack. Who made the Ambulance workers judge and jury? I'm so disgusted. This whole situation is horrendous all the way around.
If you saw a how some Ambulance workers treat people at times like I have, you might understand my post better. It seems some Ambulance workers take on a police attitude.
This country is a living HELL for black, brown and Indigenous people who end up at the hands of so many systems...and really for all people if we just accept this.
This country isn't FREE for anyone. We can not be free until all people are.
Elijah was murdered no matter how they will TRY to spin this yet again modern day genocide against another young black man.
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The Family is holding a fundraiser to help with Elijah's passing.
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Empecé a trabajar en una siguiente camada de rolas las cuales soltaré como EP el próximo año, una temática muy diferente en un nuevo espacio y en español, tratando de hacerlo lo más analógico posible, espero cuadrar bien su lanzamiento.
I belong to the orchard of the withered souls....
Fitful echoes gusting in frozen night...
My stems shredding apart..
Sliding the windows clothing phantom...
Scarlet leaves swirling in autumn..
A blazing day with chocolate bars...
Eloquent agony in macabre hours..
A desperate season..
City with retro lights...
Dispersing in darkened blights..
What we call is the arena of life..
Follow: @lost__illusssion 🌞
Mboga na matunda zitampa mama na mtoto wake Vitamin A na B, pia virutubisho vitakavyosaidia mwili kupata protini ya kutosha, ukuaji wa mwili, na utengenezaji wa damu. Kutopata mboga za kutosha kunaweza sababisha mama kupata ugonjwa wa Anemia.
از امام صادق در مورد نوشیدن ادرار گاو پرسیده شد، فرمودند:
اگر به عنوان دارو به آن نیاز داشته باشد پس بنوشد و همچنین ادرار شتر و گوسفند. (تهذیب الاحکام / شیخ طوسی / جلد ۱ / صفحه ۲۸۴ – وسائل الشیعه (آل بیت) / حر عاملی / جلد ۳ / صفحه ۴۱۰)
روایات ۲ :
امام موسی کاظم علیه السلام فرمود:
شیر شتر جوان برای هر دردی درمان است و درمان چاقی ادرارشان است. (الکافی / جلد ۶ / صفحه ۳۳۸)
از امام صادق روایت است که فرمود: خوردن ادرار گاو، گوسفند و شتر برای هر دردی درمان هستند و نگهدارندهای هستند برای بدن که آن را پاک میکنند، کثافتها را از بدن خارج و بدن را به بهترین حالت شستشو میدهند. (وسائل الشیعه (ال بیت) / حر عاملی / جلد ۲۵ / صفحه ۱۱۵- وسائل الشیعه (الاسلامیه) / حر عاملی / جلد ۱۷ / صفحه ۸۸)
رسول الله فرمود، خوردن ادرار چیزی که گوشتش حلال است ایرادی ندارد. (وسائل الشیعه (الاسلامیه) / حر عاملی / جلد ۱۷ / صفحه ۸۷ – بحار الانوار / مجلسی / جلد ۷۷ / صفحه ۱۰۷)
I begin to stare
Mind blanks out
in a daze
We're all caught up
in this maze
........................................................................................... Today I smelled the smell of human flesh burning. Not very different from the smell of a chicken being roasted, yet I felt as if a Dementor (reference: Harry Potter) was sucking the happiness out of me.
I didn't know the ones on the pyres from Adam or Eve, yet it made my heart heave.
If I'm so intensely stirred by a stranger dead, we must all definitely be deeply connected. #interconnectedness#humans#circleoflife
A thousand thanks to @octopussprods and @venadobooking for helping us and treating us great and @kivents for coutning with us!! Now we'll get to work to our dates in October, untilt hen we'll be releasing photos and videos from our travel through Spain here.
Честно говоря, хотела выложить намного позже. Всё-таки, как свежая рана... Я предпочитаю размещать на холодную голову, но... Мне уже как 4 часа мерещится улыбка в зеркале. Я закрываю глаза и слышу выстрел.
THE BIG SLEEP
Inspired from a dream I had about roaming alone through the desert, searching for food and water and slowly losing my mind body and soul. I remember wondering the constant morphing landscape of the desert day and night. Feeling like i was walking in circles constantly balancing on the line between life and death like a tightrope making me feel like a walking skeleton. I remember being painfully aware of the sound of my own heartbeat constantly beating like a timer running out, similar to the way when you notice a clock ticking in a room and can't help but listen to it. Seeing visions of an eclipse that I somehow knew was a sign of my last moments which gave the dream this anxious feeling of constant exhausting urgency. I've always been fascinated by dreams and wondered if it was just a random mess of feelings and images stitched together by your subconscious, or if they have a message or meaning behind them. I barely feel like i can take credit for this piece as all the ideas and visuals were just given to me in the dream. i love that even me (its creator) am still trying to figure out what this piece means or if it means anything and cant give anyone a solid description or meaning behind it seeing as its birthed from a dream. Which kind of puts me as the artist in more of a similar place as the viewer trying to understand it (which is especially ironic since its one of the few pieces where I myself am depicted in the image). Just like dreams and my favourite art it has as many interpretations as there are people looking at it. More then any other piece I've done, it demands to be interpreted differently by each viewer and each interpretation be no less true or false then the last. My favourite part is that by its nature of being born from a dream, it resists to have just one solid interpretation.