Zunūn al-Miṣrī's students once found him weeping. When they asked why, he replied,
“I spent the entire night in sajdah, praying to my Lord. Then I fell asleep and saw Him in a dream.

He said to me:

‘I created humankind, and they divided into ten groups.

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best accounts for a timeline cleanse?

Word of the day is ‘forwallowed’ (15th century): extremely weary from tossing and turning all night.

And some days just existing is the best you can do.

قرآن فہمی
And our individual capacity constraints...

جاننے اور ماننے کا فرق

Surah Yusuf

I was listening to a talk by Sheikh Hamza Yusuf's this evening. And he shared a Hadith:

“Whenever a servant is afflicted with worry or sorrow, he says:

My new favorite word: sonder.

It's the profound awareness that every person you encounter has experienced a lifetime of hopes, fears, loves, and heartaches that you'll never know.

Each moment of sonder is a reminder to appreciate how little we truly grasp about others' lives.

“More wisdom = less talking.”

— ‘Ali ibn Abi Talib

The human heart does not come with a grief processing manual. Neither does it have any inbuilt Work-in-Process indicator for healing.

This is why we pray for sabr.

I had been communicating with someone trying to navigate their grief.

If you are someone struggling with the loss of a parent, this may speak to you.

I have lost both my parents. My mother passed away when I was 25, my dad when I was 37.

I'm 43 now.
Here's what I know... 🧵

Perhaps.

Perhaps this entire expanse of existence is your medium to build your one and only true labor of love.

Perhaps there's nothing more.

Perhaps we're all meant to build with our situations, and cards dealt, and experiences with others as our props, good AND bad!

Perhaps this is just it.

First ever image of another multi-planet solar system captured by ESO Telescope

Been here for a while, without having posted anything.

What if there's nothing left to say?

What's the point of having said as much as we already have?

بات یوں ہے کہ
ہم نہ ہوتے تو کسی اور کے چرچے ہوتے
خلقتِ شہر تو کہنے کو فسانے مانگے

The fact remains
The nafs craves noise The heart loves silence