Who knows..

Who loves the smell of coffee on a silent rainy day?

Who loves the touch of sunshine along a wintry walk way?

Who loves the sparkle of raindrops over the ground  on a dark starry night?

Who loves the sky's pink scarf during twilight?

Who loves  the white sheath of fog amidst the clouds after a serene sunrise?

Who thinks of you once that lights up their eyes?

Who sees this and reads between the lines?

Who loves and knows love won't heal the ties..

Who loves and knows..every night a new hope dies..

But who loves and knows..a beautiful promise is made every sunrise..

Who loves? And Who knows?

That the silent sunshine

touched the sky

and softly prays

for the smile you lent today...

Life paused?

Its so beautiful to see people grow in their fondness towards Allah...
At the same time, it pains to see the same reflection over the mirror for the past few years,same face, same soul, while the others have moved on and become better beings day by day (masha'Allah for them).

Step up Sameera!!

Dua- 'Ya Allah, make me an extra-ordinary slave of yours!'

Beautiful Metaphor..

'I was a dying flame
on the edge of paper
until you came along
as the most gentle breeze
and reignited my soul,
your soft touch breathed
the vibrance back into me
and I began to glow again,
this time with the hope
of forever providing you
with warmth.'

(via borntobemuslim)

Where do I fit then?

It's just so beautiful to see birds on the green grass. Hearing them tweet and sing and watching them jump up and down...Little do we realize, that their place does not lie within our grounds..but by the skies, the clouds and the winds that carry their song..Yeap, that's where they fit...

Makes me wonder...If I hate this world, where do I fit then?