1. afternoon.

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  4. menaraus:

    عَسَىٰ رَبُّنَا أَن يُبْدِلَنَا خَيْرًا مِّنْهَا إِنَّا إِلَىٰ رَبِّنَا رَاغِبُونَ

    “[But] it may be that our Sustainer will grant us something better instead: for, verily, unto our Sustainer do we turn with hope!” [(68:32) Asad]

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  5. "Of course, the ultimate moment of being Female in Public comes when a woman, deep in thought, is told by a strange man to SMILE. (And this happens only to women.) Gentlemen, let’s get this straight. There is no part of my body that belongs to you, not even my facial expression."
    — From a devastating essay from Laura Lippman, author, about what it’s like to be a woman in public.  (via emilyvgordon)

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  6. "Stand firm against injustice even if it be against yourself."
    — The Qur’an: 4:135 (via muslimahbyheart)

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  9. "How do I know I’m in love with you?” he asked. “Well, first off, I don’t, because I’ve never been in love before. But I imagine this is what it is, it has to be, or else I’m the first person to discover this feeling. Because it’s not just a word to me, it’s not a condition—it’s a state of being, that’s what it is, whatever this is. All I know is that I miss you. I miss you so much. Whenever I’m in waiting rooms or on the subway and I don’t have anything to think about, I think of you. And when I do think of other things, I think of you. I think of what you’d think of them. I look at trees, I look at cars, I look at the sheets on my bed and I wonder what you’d say about them. I imagine you laughing. I love the sound of your laughing. I love the sound of your questions, the sound of your outrage, the sound of your silence. I love all of it. I don’t see your face in every crowd but when I see faces and I think they’re beautiful I hear your voice in my head. ‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ you say, and then I am derailed as I realize you are right, that I am kidding, that there is no face more beautiful than yours—no other face worthy of the word. It’s beautiful because I think of your eyes and how they would they look at me and I know that the only currency I want to own is your attention. How I’d want to be rich from it. How I’d accept any of it. I hear voices and I only hear your cadence. It’s like listening to a cover song. I was afraid because at first I thought that love was poison. I didn’t trust it. I only thought it could hurt. And this, this being without you, it aches like a hunger. But it doesn’t hurt me, because I can’t be hurt—because love, your love, is not a poison. It’s a medicine. It’s the only thing keeping me alive right now. I want it so badly, but I don’t need it. I only need for you to be happy. If that’s with me or if that’s without me. That’s all. That’s all I will ever need. I think I am in love with you and when I think of ‘in love’ I think of falling deep, deep, like Alice down the rabbit hole. But I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t know if I’m going anywhere. I don’t care. I’m just reaching out in the darkness for your hand."
    — "How do I know I’m in love with you?" (via overanalyzingtelevision)

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