‘I know a man who lost his parents but refused to be called an orphan. He was man enough to love a strong woman years older than him, worked for her and made her stronger, opened his heart to her, shared his fears to no one but her. He was romantic and was faithful to her till her last breath. Cleaned after himself and sewed his own clothes. He was good looking, courageous and fearless. He never judged anyone on their pasts or looks, and was moderate, open minded and tolerant. His neighbor was Jewish and his cousin-in- law was a Christian priest. Beaten and exiled when he was helpless, he was merciful when he became stronger. Intelligent, wise and a hard worker, he built a long lasting nation out of nothing in the last 20 years of his life. He had no parents, but loved his daughters and grandchildren. His last will was “Be good to women”. This man was a mercy for all mankind, this is my Prophet Muhammad. َصَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّم’

Never trust someone who lies to you. Never lie to someone who trusts you.

Some of you will be entrusted with the hearts of other people. Take care of your trusts

Yasmin Mogahed 

(via fatimashaikh)

Airport terminals are the most beautiful places. I watch women fly into their husbands arms and count balloons that spell out “Welcome home.” I see lips mouth I love you and I’ve missed you and I hear those aching cries of first glances. I see the sheared heads of sons who’ve been overseas and I see the businessmen with their awkward limbs put an arm over a daughter who doesn’t understand that he loves her more than the world. I watch the lovers and the families and I watch lives restitch together, and I, I count my steps. Slower as I see the security guards in their blue and gold. Slower as I see the benches and the sign that points to the baggage claim. Slower as I see the top of heads who yell out my name from yards away. And then I stop…For a single moment, I can almost imagine myself as a daughter who has spent her life overseas and is only now coming home to the people who love her. I can almost imagine that now, this time around, this love will remain throughout the days instead of just for the first few glances. I count the sadness in the children’s eyes that keeps adding up and multiplying every year I see them, and I make a quiet promise that one day when I leave, I’ll be holding their hands to cross the gates. Airports are beautiful for families who understand how to love each other, for lovers who’ve been apart long enough to miss each other wholly and ceaselessly. Airports are beautiful to write stories about, but for now, I’ll just do with counting balloons and catching whispers of sentiments that shape out something whole. I just hope that one day I’ll walk through the terminal gates to fly into someone’s arms and tell them, “I love you. I missed you, and I’ll never leave again.

Unknown   (via fatimashaikh)

(via fatimashaikh)

Red and Green


her aunt told her to marry a boy
with a soft mouth, hard men
hit women, sharpen their edges
on your curves, she told her
don’t marry a boy
who doesn’t smile right,
doesn’t laugh kindly,
don’t marry a liar,
don’t marry a fighter.

marry a man who sings,
she told her, who prays,
who talks to you and
doesn’t look away,
don’t marry a man
with something to hide

don’t marry a boy
to become a bride.

she married a soldier
with a mouth hard from war,
that tasted like bullets,
had hands like dull edges,
that never cut,
who laughed like a lion
and re-learned how to love
who danced through the streets
the night their country was freed,
and married her in red and green

-unknown

(via qalbrawan)

Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way, we ask for forgiveness. It’s the best anyone can do.

Ned, The pie maker. Pushing Daisies 

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Never give up.

beautiful.

I wanna scream till the words dry out.

Hercules Cave (Grottes d’Hercules), Tangier, Morocco.

What Traveling Around the World Looks Like in 1 Minute.

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