Work. Try with all your might. Put everything you have into it, and give it nothing less than your absolute best.

And then leave it all up to Allah swt. If it is meant to happen, it will happen. Verily, Allah is the best of planners.

Sometimes when its sunny,
I climb the tower in the
Brooklin fields. I empty
Bottles of water onto the
Grass, watch it glint as it
Trickles through the air.
I remember your smile,
The times we
Danced in the rain.
Who said you can’t make a rainbow?

I have my fsmq maths exam tomorrow. It’s been my favourite subject, it’s so interesting but I’ve also found it quite challenging. I’m terrified. The entire grade is based on one exam. 

My family keep saying it isn’t worth anything so I should just flunk it as Alhamdulillah I’ve already got a good gcse maths mark so I shouldn’t worry (fsmq is made of as/a level maths modules and topics). But I really, really want to do well in this. At the start of the course, there were 28 people in the course… now there’s 7 of us. When I started the course last year, my goal was just to pass. But I’ve revised so much for this, and now I really want an A. It would give me so much confidence to believe that I can do well at maths in college. 

Please keep me in your du’as guys? I’d appreciate it immensely. I need to do really well in all of these exams. I feel really sick lol. hope you’re all well insha’Allah, and best of luck to anyone else who has exams, you’ll ace them insha’Allah!

I began to believe I was
Exploding from the inside.
This was combustion.
I was on fire.
And I could do little more than
Spit out the flames,
Burning anyone and everyone that
I had ever loved.
My veins were splitting and I was
Bleeding stars;
Nebulas;
Asteroids of memories,
Solar systems fell as they
Drained me of my
Energy.
I was coughing up the
World within,
No hospital could save me now.
No doctor could seal the
Black holes or
Tornadoes
In my mind.
This was the end.
This galaxy was
Dying.

The great Gatsby is so amazingly written,it flows so well and there’s so much beauty and depth in the words. Every time I read it I just want to hug F Scott Fitzgerald really tightly and sip coffee with him and spend hours talking to him.

American literature really does feature some geniuses, they don’t get enough credit.

‘Give a man a penny and he’ll ask for a pound.’

Orrrr you just need to take that risk because he might actually really appreciate it and make dua for yoy, and if your intention is correct it might be the deed that gets you into jannah.

People need to stop giving themselves excuses to be self-absorbed, me included.

Conversations in the mirror.

Let me trace my palms over
The skin of my face.
Let you know how much I
Miss your smile and your
Warm embrace.
Let me write you a poem,
my dear. Write you a
Memoir of everything you
Were to me. Warm summer days that
Blurred into sunsets, and
Dazzling campfires that outshone the
Moonlight. And let us forget about
Rythm and
Rhyme and
Perfection in words for
No dictionary can define the
Sparkle in your eyes or the
Fire in your chest.
Passion slowly fades into
Indifference beside you.
And I, for one, could not
Stand that about you.
Your brilliance drove me mad,
My eyes became daggers and
My heart became ice.
I could kill you or
Kill for you. Oh
Beautiful enemy.
I stood no chance.

Really want to get back into calligraphy. But this time proper calligraphy, none of this fineliner stuff I’ve been doing the past two years. Soon as exams finish, I shall endeavour to get my hands on some bamboo pens and some ink! Insha’Allah.

@poeticislam couldn’t have put ir bettwr myself ukhti! Hope you are very welllll insha’Allah! :)

With every day that goes by, you learn a little more about yourself. And eventually you start to realise, just how little you know yourself. You realise, bit by bit, that you really don’t know yourself as well as you thought you did.