dang impossible to walk with all this wind
consisting of smaller tests
that’s all that this life is
How often I forget about the angels that rest on my shoulders and write, and write, and write.
If money would be given out for free we would be the first one’s there. But every day the doors of Mercy are opened during the blessed hours of the night, yet most of us are sleeping. Ponder on this.
Being able to treat people well no matter who they are is such a beautiful gift from Allah.