Fear the du’a of the oppressed, as there is no barrier between it and Allah.
When you suffer, don’t speak. Look inside and listen for the duaa He inspires in you. And then ask Him. Again and again. Don’t stop.
We’re tired of war. I, for one, have had enough of bloodshed, death and destruction. But I also can no longer tolerate the return to a deeply unjust status quo. I can no longer agree to live in this open-air prison. We can no longer tolerate to be treated as sub-humans, deprived of our most basic human rights. We are trapped here, trapped between two deaths: death by Israeli bombs and missiles, and death by Israel’s blockade of Gaza.
When a learned believer dies, the angels weep over him and so do the portions of the earth on which he used to worship God and also the doors of heaven through which his good deeds have ascended. His death causes such a void in Islam that nothing can fill it because the learned believers are fortresses of Islam like the protecting walls built around a city.
Imam Musa al-Kazim (as)
Everything submits to Him and everything exists by Him. He is the satisfaction of every poor, dignity of the low, energy for the weak and shelter for the oppressed. Whoever speaks, He hears his speaking, and whoever keeps quiet, He knows his secret. On Him is the livelihood of everyone who lives, and to Him returns whoever dies.
There are two types of patience: patience with calamities is good, but patience with what God has forbidden is even better.
If our hearts swell with pride at the mention of Ali,
then they should shatter with grief at the mention of Fatima.
Wow. I remember reading about this a few days ago and thought to myself “why would God let the baby live without its mother in such a cruel world…” An orphan before she could take her first breath and now she’s dead. As sad as it is, it’s better this way. God took her back into the heavens to be united with her family. May her soul (and the several others) rest in peace.
I am fused with a hidden knowledge such that if were I to disclose it, you’d be shaking like ropes hanging from a bucket in a deep well
Imam Ali (as), Nahj al-Saada, v. 1, p. 42 (via 14noor)
So we bid farewell to it [the month of Ramadan] with the farewell of one whose parting pains us, whose leaving fills us with gloom and loneliness…
Ma wasn’t lying when she said,
“all you need is God.
be wise and keep that in your head.
these people, humans,
will take and take from you -
they’ll take and take.
but if you give yourself to God,
He’ll do nothing but give and give.”
it doesn’t really feel like eid….
Lord of beauty, Lord of grace,
Enter my soul
like one who enters a garden in bloom.
Let your concern be for your Hereafter and your sorrow be for your soul — for how many of the sorrowful have been led to everlasting bliss by their sorrow, and how many of the distressed have attained their aspiration.