Imagine dying like this, May Allah give him jannah, Aameen
But imagine standing next to who died, imagine the angel of death being so close to you but it’s not your time
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I fucking hate how some Pakistanis have this mentality that light skin is “beautiful” and say that dark skin is “disgusting” like what the actual fuck is wrong with you. It annoys me so much that some people think this way
They have a lot of burden. They’re human and have feelings and sometimes they aren’t ok too. They’re are some really really genuine souls out there and they are amazing and some aren’t even worth a second of your time.
KEEP GOING
YOU CAN DO THIS
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care for some tea?
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When you die, there’s no ethnicity, no lineage, no beauty, no status, no qualifications, no money, cars...there’s nothing but you and your deeds...and nothing can save you except for the good you did, the prayers you prayed, the Quran you read
When nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?
Why do we rely so much on other people to make us happy, or to support us, why can’t we be happy with ourselves or support ourselves? Why are we so afraid of being amazing for ourselves? Why do we always want to impress others? Or fit in?
You know those hugs where you’re held close and tightly and told you’ll be ok and you feel safe and warm and like nothing bad can touch you, I need one