The worst one was when I was in the mosque and I had a niqab on and some guy thought I was his WIFE and was like come on I parked the car a few roads away so we have to walk
I walked for a minute and then realised I wasn’t married
Stop reblogging my shame
If this world were perfect,
made without pain and sadness,
we wouldn’t need heaven.
Hence I’d rather lose some things here
for a short period of time
and instead gain the everlasting rest there.
I promise we all will be revived one day
by Al-Baith, The Resurrector,
because the end of this world,
doesn’t mean the end of us.
ISN’T IT AWFUL WHEN YOU’RE READING A POST AND YOU ACCIDENTLY REFRESH THE DASHBOARD AND YOU KNOW YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO SEE THE POST AGAIN
محبت میں میری بدحواسیاں نہ گئیں
muhabbat mein meri bad-hawasiyan na gayen (via surbeat)