What exactly are you fighting for?

What exactly are you fighting for? A question I often ask myself when I’d gone down the drain and when doubt would cloud my judgement on what is the reality and what is so far from it. A question that I ask myself now on the reason why I had done this “challenge” in the…

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You are my paradise

I watched her afar still wondering how she does it everyday, when I can hardly feel my feet on the ground, when I am hardly able to straighten my back, when I am barely holding on to the fight against myself and my nafs. It’s no wonder paradise is beneath a mother’s feet, for the…

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