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Puppy love

There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.

—Remember When (Judith McNaught)

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islamicsunrays:

Hiba Ammar writes: When my father proposed to my mother… He dedicated Surah Al-Imran, which he memorized off heart, as her “Mahr” (dowry)And when my husband proposed to me, my father told him that he would have to memorize a surah of the Quran as my mahr.. The wedding will not go on unless i’v received my mahr I was asked to pick one of the surahs… I chose Surah Al-Noor… For all the laws that Surah contained within it and for the fact that it seemed hard to memorize on my behalf.And before our wedding day; aside of being busy preparing for our “Newly wedded Nest”… The Quran wouldn’t leave my husband’s hand an entire month as he was memorizing the surah…A few day before our wedding day, my husband came to recite to my father the surah which he had completed.My father told him every time u make a mistake, u would have to start from the beginning all over again :))My husband began reciting surah Al-Noor with his calm/gentle voice in such a “beautiful” scene which I will never forget. My mother and I would look at one another and would smile awaiting my husband to make a mistake so he would have to start all over again and by that increase my “Reward”…But my husband - May Allah bless him - had memorized the surah off heart and didn’t even forget one single verse of it. Once he finished my father hugged him and said to him: “Today I shall marry my daughter to u for u have fulfilled her mahr.. and your pledge to me..”He didn’t pay me a financial mahr… And we didn’t buy gold worth tens of thousands… He sufficed me with Allah’s words as an oath/contract between us…And the Question is…. I wonder what Surah my daughter will chose as her mahr in the future?
Subhan’Allah,such a wonderful example :) 
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islamicsunrays:

Hiba Ammar writes: 

When my father proposed to my mother… He dedicated Surah Al-Imran, which he memorized off heart, as her “Mahr” (dowry)

And when my husband proposed to me, my father told him that he would have to memorize a surah of the Quran as my mahr.. The wedding will not go on unless i’v received my mahr 

I was asked to pick one of the surahs… I chose Surah Al-Noor… For all the laws that Surah contained within it and for the fact that it seemed hard to memorize on my behalf.

And before our wedding day; aside of being busy preparing for our “Newly wedded Nest”… The Quran wouldn’t leave my husband’s hand an entire month as he was memorizing the surah…

A few day before our wedding day, my husband came to recite to my father the surah which he had completed.

My father told him every time u make a mistake, u would have to start from the beginning all over again :))

My husband began reciting surah Al-Noor with his calm/gentle voice in such a “beautiful” scene which I will never forget. My mother and I would look at one another and would smile awaiting my husband to make a mistake so he would have to start all over again and by that increase my “Reward”…

But my husband - May Allah bless him - had memorized the surah off heart and didn’t even forget one single verse of it. 

Once he finished my father hugged him and said to him: “Today I shall marry my daughter to u for u have fulfilled her mahr.. and your pledge to me..”

He didn’t pay me a financial mahr… And we didn’t buy gold worth tens of thousands… 

He sufficed me with Allah’s words as an oath/contract between us…

And the Question is…. I wonder what Surah my daughter will chose as her mahr in the future?

Subhan’Allah,such a wonderful example :) 

Via:youth route

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A boy sleeps amid the rubble of his destroyed house in Gaza Strip on Sept. 1, 2014.

tears in my eyes.
never forget
A boy sleeps amid the rubble of his destroyed house in Gaza Strip on Sept. 1, 2014.

tears in my eyes.

never forget

(Source: TIME, via forgottenluna)

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

—something someone should have told me when i was eighteen   (via bitchytbh)

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The person who broke you can’t be the one to fix you. Remember that.

—Note to self (1/?)

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