Maybe its just a phase

I am unsatisfied with life. I find I can't care about anything anymore. Not even my own life. It all might as well be dirty laundry to me. The skies could fall, the earth can burn, all these buildings could drown in the sea, and I wouldn't faze me. I don't feel like pretending anymore. I want to dump it all and find something new. I want a new country/city/job/house/friends/me. I would even change my name if I could...yeah let me change that too. The world is so very large outside my birdcage, let it find me. Maybe from among its goods I will gain and from its harms I will learn. It doesn't really matter where or what because nothing even matters anymore. Maybe I'll find something that matters because nothing even matters at all.

I think about just taking off with out telling anyone. A clean cut. If I feel like it and if they are still here, I might come back. Or I could be responsible and make an excuse like a new job. Perhaps its better not to burn bridges. But that really doesn't matter to me and maybe it doesn't matter to anyone else either. I think that suits me just fine. I've lived as a ghost. Now let me be real. 

Your nothing but Gold Purified...

You think it will never end
You think nobody will ever feel this way
The sorrow eats at you so much that hunger is a distant memory

Different reasons but the heartache is always the same
Be it love, be it loss, be it regret be it grief

The tears fall but you don’t let anyone see
The pain is real but nobody knows.


Yours was the world and now it’s gone

Yours was a destiny written in the stars but now its come crashing in.

Yours was happiness but now it’s for someone else



This story has been told a million times before
Just the characters that differ
Today you are the victim


Yours is a Lord All Knowing All Wise
Yours is a Lord who never sleeps
Yours is a Lord closer to you then yourself
Then why is it you hide yourself away?


Know that you may like a thing that is harmful to you
Know that you may dislike a thing that is better for you
You know not, but Allah He knows best



Ask the mother of Musa how it felt sailing her baby down the sea
Trust in Allah the only thing keeping her life afloat

Ask Umm Salim about the pain of death
The sweetness of patience
And the reward she obtained
What mother looks to bury her child?
But in its place she was given a prince among men
A Martyr of the highest order


Ask Umm Salamah when she asked who she could be given better then Abu Salamah what was the reply?
Better then Umar!
Better then Abu Bakr!
She lost greatest yet obtained the essence of perfection!

Ask our mother Khadijah the reward for patience
Was it anything short of a palace in Paradise?

Ask our mother Aisha who aided her from the accusing tongue and gave mention of her in the Book of Books.
Her chastity forever protected and her status cemented in our hearts.

Know that our Beloved lost his uncle
The shield of Allah’s Deen
But a woman sought him out.
Lost her father, her husband and her brother
But she did not care
‘As long as our Messenger is safe I will carry any burden’ she said
A crutch for each other they were
Need I say more?

Tell me the story of Khidr.
Tell me how a family wept for their loss not knowing the calamity that would have awaited them
Faces of relief they will wear when they find the truth.

Know that Allah He loved you from the moment you came to being
Far more then any man can love you
Far more then any man can care for you
Your Lord was there morning, noon and night
Watching over you

Heartache is a pain and forgetting is the cure
Live not a life of regret
Rather live the life worthy of a Muslim
Thank Allah for a diamond is only formed by pressing
Thank Allah for gold is only purified in heat
Thank Allah for oil is only found when digging deep.

You will never lose what is halal and pure except that it’s bettered
You will never lose that what is haram and filthy except that you know a castle can never be build on sand.

What is for you now the world’s end tomorrow will be your silver lining

Without poverty there is no zakat
Without calamities no reducing of sins
Without the downs we recognize not the ups



My promise to you is simple

You will smile again
The love will return

And Allah will always be there…

By: Scented Blood From Islamic Awakening Forum

So...I really like nature.

Some where in Ireland

Forest in France

Deer in a forest in France

Germany Black Forest

With Hindsight

I remember my friend, from way back when. He had a glint in his eye and scars on his heart. He wanted to love me but I wouldn't let him. Now I think back on this discarded tenderness with remorse. Had I let him love me first, my circumstances may have been different today.

What is your best?

Abadan

I am a bird,
I promise you.
And when I get my wings,
I'll show you.
And when I muster up the courage,
I'll wrap them around you.
And if I am strong enough to hold,
I'll never let you go. 

Read Me Like a Book

They are careless with my tattered pages
Which spots tell stories, only read by sages
With wisdom that appears to fools like mazes
Only to the patient does it give its wages
Though none have measured through the ages
It does not adjust its gauges
For the duplicitous seeker are laid traps and cages
For the honest, eternal gardens in stages

Moon Landing