Anonymous
How come you never write about love? You should? Id love to see something like that from you

hannahsofia:

xdawnofanewday:

projecthakeem:

     ’Why do you not write about love?’ she asked, as though she yearned for a poetic romance to unfold right before her. Hoping for a glimpse at how my mind would scribble in the deepest of colour, and paint its picture of love.

     ‘To protect you and I’ he replied. ‘To protect us from falling for beautiful empty dreams shaped into words, from a man who is yet to learn what it truly means to love. To respect love, until I am worthy of it in the eyes of a woman that is rightfully mine’.

— Mobeen Hakeem

this is beautiful

Speechless

الدموع

ibtasem:

Do not tell me
that crying is a
sign of weakness.

If I can use water
to keep my body
free from dirt,

then I can also
shed tears to
remove the burden
from my soul.

البرودة

ibtasem:

They said that to make
you fall in love with me
I had to melt your heart.

But after I’ve slowly
delivered you from
your icy rigidity

and you got to know
other feelings
beside coldness,

you’ve dedicated your love
to someone else

and left me with
scathing and burning fire
inside my soul.

From woman, man is born;
within woman, man is conceived;
to woman he is engaged and married.
Woman becomes his friend;
through woman, the future generations come.
When his woman dies, he seeks another woman;
to woman he is bound.
So why call her bad? From her, kings are born.
From woman, woman is born; without woman, there would be no one at all.

Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji, Raag Aasaa Mehal 1, Ang 473 (via 9940km)


If we wait until we’re ready,we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives
-Lemony Snicket

If we wait until we’re ready,
we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives

-Lemony Snicket

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise” (via larmoyante)

Men judge us
by our broad
hips and forget
their birthplace.