Haha guilty as charged! 😅 But hey, brilliance waits for the right hearts to find it, right? 🩷✨ I’m just glad it reached you whenever, however. Your words mean the world, thank you for reading!
Hey...this is so beautiful with a wide spectrum of feelings, family and divinity as a fundamental thing. And Idk how to say more...this is so good and may Allah give more strength to you, to write and to do all the wishes
Jun I loved this—what a beautiful, little moment between you and your family. I always liked how you found meaning, divine and purpose in all your posts. Like this one wrapped up why these events happened, and how they all had a plan for you and your family, emotionally and spiritually. While the physical events may have been unfortunate, the heart was filled. I find it comforting that sometimes the beauty of a rainbow can only be enjoyed during/after it rains. And a sunny day can’t be appreciated without comparing it to a dreary one. Sometimes there’s purpose and meaning, love and life in the places we believe it’s void of. And you’re right—the destination is what matters. And so does how you feel about it in the end! Thank you sharing this friend 💕💕
You always have this way of seeing the heart behind things, and your words feel like they wrapped around the very lesson I was trying to understand.
Yes—the beauty of a rainbow only after the rain, the lightness after heaviness. Sometimes the joy sits quietly behind the scenes, waiting for us to stop expecting it to arrive dressed in perfection.
And you're right, sister—it’s not about how smooth the road was, but how the journey leaves the heart.
JazakAllah khair(May Allah reward you with good/goodness) for holding space for this memory with me. I’m grateful. 🤍
how often does one hear an overwhelming shout to retreat or flee when one senses it isn’t coming from inner self ?
somewhere along my journey, i let go of the word “bittersweet “. there have been some bad choices , harsh reprimands,and missed opportunities, but this has been my own journey and lessons hopefully learned . God then presents caring alternatives….
Your comment felt like it came from a place that’s both bruised and healed. That line about the shout to retreat—not coming from the inner self—it’s so real. Sometimes the noise feels external, but the confusion it causes settles deep inside.
And letting go of the word bittersweet… maybe that’s when life stops pretending things are half-happy and fully hands you the raw, unfiltered lesson.
But I loved what you said—“God presents caring alternatives.” SubhanAllah, that gave me pause.
Even when we mess it all up, there’s always something quietly kind waiting for us, isn’t there?
May we never grow numb to His nearness. JazakAllah khair, for this gentle reminder. 🤍
Hello?? Why am I reading yet another peice of brilliance 4 days after of its release? 🩷✨
Haha guilty as charged! 😅 But hey, brilliance waits for the right hearts to find it, right? 🩷✨ I’m just glad it reached you whenever, however. Your words mean the world, thank you for reading!
Hey...this is so beautiful with a wide spectrum of feelings, family and divinity as a fundamental thing. And Idk how to say more...this is so good and may Allah give more strength to you, to write and to do all the wishes
Ameen, ya Rabb 🤍
Your words reached me with so much softness—thank you.
It means more than I can say, truly. Family, feelings, and faith… I just try to hold on to those three whenever the road feels uncertain.
May Allah return that strength and gentleness back to you in double measure.
I’m so glad you read this, really.
Jun I loved this—what a beautiful, little moment between you and your family. I always liked how you found meaning, divine and purpose in all your posts. Like this one wrapped up why these events happened, and how they all had a plan for you and your family, emotionally and spiritually. While the physical events may have been unfortunate, the heart was filled. I find it comforting that sometimes the beauty of a rainbow can only be enjoyed during/after it rains. And a sunny day can’t be appreciated without comparing it to a dreary one. Sometimes there’s purpose and meaning, love and life in the places we believe it’s void of. And you’re right—the destination is what matters. And so does how you feel about it in the end! Thank you sharing this friend 💕💕
That means so much coming from you, truly.
You always have this way of seeing the heart behind things, and your words feel like they wrapped around the very lesson I was trying to understand.
Yes—the beauty of a rainbow only after the rain, the lightness after heaviness. Sometimes the joy sits quietly behind the scenes, waiting for us to stop expecting it to arrive dressed in perfection.
And you're right, sister—it’s not about how smooth the road was, but how the journey leaves the heart.
JazakAllah khair(May Allah reward you with good/goodness) for holding space for this memory with me. I’m grateful. 🤍
Brother - your writing is like a light playful breeze with little butterflies of emotion fluttering around.
"Hello - it's me. I'm the problem - it's me."
I love that line and I also use it way too much. <3
Sister 🥺 this is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said about my writing.
“A light playful breeze with little butterflies of emotion”—I’m holding that close.
And yes “Hello – it’s me. I’m the problem – it’s me” is practically my official role in every plan.
But at least I bring plot✨ and maybe some snacks.
Your words truly mean so much, thank you for reading and always being so gentle with your praise. 💛May Allah bless you dear sister.
Salaam;
how often does one hear an overwhelming shout to retreat or flee when one senses it isn’t coming from inner self ?
somewhere along my journey, i let go of the word “bittersweet “. there have been some bad choices , harsh reprimands,and missed opportunities, but this has been my own journey and lessons hopefully learned . God then presents caring alternatives….
stay close to God and sense His presence
Wa alaikumussalam wa rahmatullah,
Your comment felt like it came from a place that’s both bruised and healed. That line about the shout to retreat—not coming from the inner self—it’s so real. Sometimes the noise feels external, but the confusion it causes settles deep inside.
And letting go of the word bittersweet… maybe that’s when life stops pretending things are half-happy and fully hands you the raw, unfiltered lesson.
But I loved what you said—“God presents caring alternatives.” SubhanAllah, that gave me pause.
Even when we mess it all up, there’s always something quietly kind waiting for us, isn’t there?
May we never grow numb to His nearness. JazakAllah khair, for this gentle reminder. 🤍