My grandpa, Zakaria, opened a mosque after having his first child, Yehia.
He wrote this verse from the Quran at the entrance:
يا زكريا اِنا نبشرك بغلامٍ اسمه يحي لم نجعل له من قبل سمية
I don’t know. It really moved me ☺️
I’m at a point where I feel BAD for wanting basic things like having breakfast. I feel BAD because I’m sitting in the comfort of my own home while people in Gaza are suffering. I feel bad. I really feel bad.
Nothing says peace of mind better than waking up at 4 am, praying fagr, making a cup coffee and sitting in complete silence while everyone you know is still sleeping.
Never make a decision when you’re overly emotional/angry. Wait 24 hours because you will either not give a shit anymore or you will act accordingly and in both cases, you’re the winner.
2020 is my year. So much happiness. So much sadness. So much boredom. So many realizations. So much of everything.
I am thankful I grew this much in the span of 8 months.
Forgetting is not as simple as you think. You can move on with your life and start a whole new chapter yet still think of the past as if it just happened yesterday and it can still sting. And that’s okay. Time heals.
My old maid wanted to name her daughter Farah like me and when her husband refused she decided to choose the closest thing to farah which is Mariam (my best friend) 🥰
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Thank you☺️sayednaZakaria at that very moment wanted a child & god granted him the miracle of Yehia his son. My grandpa (the most important man in my life) is also Zakaria and named his first child Yehia. He then opened a mosque and wrote this verse inside which I found touching
I was sitting with an Irish artist yesterday and he said “every time I say I’ve had enough of Egypt I find myself coming back and staying longer”
Wow, it’s the same even for foreigners.