I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.
I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
…By Allaah, had they known the ugliness of my inner self,
Whoever met me would have refused to greet me
And they would have shunned me and be disgusted with my friendship
And I would have drawn on myself disgrace after honour
But You covered my faults and defects,
And You bore my sin and my tyranny
So all Praise is to You, and all commendations
With my thoughts, my limbs and my tongue…
She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.
Some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.
Do not let your love be obsessive and do not let your hatred be destructive. When you love, do not go to a level of obsession as a child does with the thing he loves, and when you hate, do not hate in such a way that you want your opponent to be destroyed and doomed.
‘Umar ibn al-Khattab (Radiallahu anhu)
[Narrated by ‘Abd ar-Razzaaq in al-Musannaf, 20269]
What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.