A young man came to a Sheikh and said : “I am a young man with strong desires. I cannot help looking at people when I am in the bazaar (market). What do I do?”
The Sheikh handed him A CUP OF MILK THAT WAS FULL TO THE BRIM, and told him to deliver it to an address that would take the young man directly through the bazaar.
He then instructed the young man that the milk should not spill, and the young man said that it would not. The Sheikh then summoned one of his students and told him to accompany the man through the bazaar to the destination, and to severely beat him if any milk were to spill.
The young man successfully took the milk to the destination and returned to give the good news to the Sheikh.
The Sheikh asked, “Tell me, how many sights and faces did you see in the bazaar?”
The young man replied incredulously : “Sheikh, I didn’t even realize what was
going on around me. I was only fearful of the beating and disgrace that I would have to endure in public if a drop of milk were to spill.”
The Sheikh smiled and said : “It is the same with a believer. The believer fears that his sins will be a cause of great disgrace for him in front of Allah on the Day of Judgment if his faith were to spill over from his heart.”
Such people save themselves from sin because they constantly remain focused on the Day of Judgement !
May Allah swt make us among al-muttaqun [ the pious ] ameen !
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Dear sister,
I know its hard. I know you look at the pictures of the models and the celebrities and wonder why you can’t look like them? I know it physically hurts to sometimes refrain yourself from plucking those brows or to put on that hijab and abaya. I know how it feels when your best friends are extremely pretty [Mashallah] and you’re standing next to them, feeling like nothing. I know how much complements and attention can light up your face. I know sometimes you have to give up being able to wear a certain thing because it isn’t appropriate. I know it gets hard to walk outside with no make up on, with your natural face, thinking it’s not good enough and all of your flaws are showing. I know.
You know what else I know? I know you’re beautiful, regardless of what you think of yourself. I know that even the slightest inclination of pleasing Allah in yourself increases that beauty ten-fold, and I know that when Allah finds you beautiful, it’s all that matters. You’re not doing this for the world, remember? You’re not even doing it for yourself.
Imagine your beauty on the Yawm al Akhirah (paradise) when your face would be glowing and radiant with noor (light), when you would be more beautiful than the hoor and you would realize that this world really wasn’t worth the drool.
Dear sister, I’m proud of you.
:’)
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Then there I was with my Sarah on your wedding day, strange and awkward and unsure…
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