Good night beautiful forum. Sweet dreams.
*kisses the green walls of my home*
So you like calling me beautiful because it's fun? Thanks.
Everyone has the gift of making you laugh. I'm not any more special than they are. Make sure your dentures don't fall out in the process.
I'm sitting here thinking of my twin, wishing she was here with me… and then I remember the words she said to me a few days ago and I realize she is sitting right next to me… She'll be there when I go to bed with tears in my eyes… She'll be there to hold my head in her lap and smooth my hair away from my face and dry my tears. She'll be there with me… along with all my other beautiful friends.
Jihad is hard hun, and after the hardship…. Allah's reward will be more than enough… it will be equal to the hardship…
I'm here…
I'm sorry habeebi. I wish I didn't hurt you. I don't know who will be able to give me the love I need. No matter what I do, no matter where I go, no matter how hard I try, Ninja, the fingers just point back at me. It's me. It's my fault. I can't help but hate myself.
I'm just striving for the day I can look at myself with just a little respect.
I know you're here, and I love you for that. Thank you for being my rock…
Terih maa kasih, Mr. Serio. ()
oh lala . acha Rani, let me try to translate for you, habeebati:
I am restless at night, I can't forget you, and I can't find an end
And even when I'm far, I remain with you but you're not with me
*siiiigh*
I am alive but I'm not living and I can't bear being away from you
I don't think I can ever forget you or want another lover after you
*double siigh*
And I ask and my heart dreams to stop aching
The nights that were between us once
Are they coming back or have they gone?
*triple siiiigh*
I am alive but I'm not living and I can't bear being away from you
I don't think I can ever forget you or want another lover after you
Thank you habeebi for translating.
Oreo, look what you have done to me now! This is the least of my worries and you have brought it to the top… *siigh* But terih maa kasih, it did manage to bring a smile to my face. The memories are beautiful.
I can't type much jaana, isliye I'm here.
Don't be worried…. I'm just trying to cleanse my soul… somehow.
Insha'Allah. I read and replied to your email. I'm not worried now. What you are going through right now is what I'm going through, and I know Allah (SWT) is with you every step of the way. You are in safe Hands. Alhamdulillah.
This is my Jihaad. I'm striving to struggle with myself right now.
Indeed, habeebati. That's the best form of jihaad… You'll pass this test.
I love you
I hate it that when the forum is getting back to normal and it's so much fun right now i'm ruining it with my depressy mood. But I can't help it. I don't want to fake happiness. I hate fake smile. I hate being fake. I hate me so much right now for every bad thing I have ever done and for every single person I have ever hurt. I need to change. I never knew Jihaad was so hard…
Take a picture…
I miss the person above me.
Person above me, I could never be upset with you, even if you would kick my precious lower self (not that you could reach, Lmao). How are you?
I'm glad. I'm alive. How are you?
This is my Jihaad. I'm striving to struggle with myself right now.
At times… when I sit and think about the past… about the way things were, about how they changed, about all the people who decided to walk out… I realize, that even though I'm still refusing to accept some things, that things are best this way. That what seemed like happiness back then, was nothing but an illusion I was living… an illusion that came to an end too late and caused the most pain…
*sigh*
Suffering is a gift from Allah (SWT), in it is hidden mercy… It gives us more chances to do more good deeds. Remember that Allah (SWT) tests those whom He loves.
Tayba i have to go i'm sorry i love you
Ninja, your pictures aren't showing up. I'll post them up from my computer and see if they work.
Subhan'Allah…
This video is so sad:
I'm worried for you, jaana. Come on gmail?
And sure.
Thumma Ameen…
I feel the exact same way…
My heart feels too heavy…
I have goosebumps…
The tears burn down my cheeks…
I love you…
Ya Allah…
Neener, neener, I don't wanna.
Lmao!
You're such an evil Buddha! Buddhas are posed to make cute lil girls smile, not cry! Tsk tsk tsk… *shakes head*
There is this one turkish series I watch. And I think that the dude in the series, the main character, is really cute. because of his role in the series too. Anyway, He has two tattoos. One on each arm. When I saw the tattoo on his right arm, I didn't think he was Muslim. Then in yesterday's episode, I noticed that he had this tattoo on his left arm that had Allah's name in it and I was like “um, what the heck, that can't be, ew.” (Because, in Islam tattoos aren't allowed, and it makes me made when muslims have tattoos that have Allah's name in them. I once met this girl when I took a summer college class. She had a tattoo on her ANKLE that said “Allahu Akbar” in arabic. Out of all places… her ankle… what disrespect.) So anyway, I thought I was just seeing things… so I go online and search for pictures of his tattoo… it took me forever until I found one. ANd what I saw was correct. His tattoo says “Only Allah can judge me.” …. great. but ew. I don't think he's cute anymore. lmao.
I wanted to show Rani… so I had to search for the picture all over again. lol here it is:
And this is his picture:
He is kinda cute, but I can't read his tattoo, it's too small.
I was thinking about this yesterday… perhaps the problem is that we think the past should be left where it is – in the past… but maybe, with certain personalities (like mine, for instance… there is a reason Nessa always says I take her down Memory Lane haha…!), the problem is that we try to stuff the past in that old cupboard labelled 'Past', but it's in our present, too… it's in our existence now, too… and instead of making these memories a painful reminder of what was, why don't we use them as our strength? Just like we accept khushi and gham ghum () with open arms, can we not accept the past and the future with open arms too?
We can…
*sigh* This tunnel is too long and the light keeps eluding me…..
Raastein mil jaate hai, manzile mil jaate hai… Tum se hi… Tum se hi…
You'll find your way jaana, kyun ki yeh zindagi bohot laambi hai. I love you, moonlight.
oooooh! Cat fight, I like!
Ameen, thumma thumma thumma Ameen to us meeting on Sunday!
I love you!
Thum thumm thumm thumm thumma Ameen! Ya Allah, please let us meet! Ameen!
I'll bring the movies insha'Allah and you lock your door and we sit and watch! You can let your littlest sister in cuz she says she loves me! I LOVE it when kids love meee! And I love you too!
dnt be surprise that the younger (ahem ahemmm) folks like myself LMAO! Dream on, duuude! can actually be nearer to the grave than ppl like yrself. not that im saying u r old..lets just say elder by 1 or 2 decades 🙂 Hahaaaaaaaaaa! Buddhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
if u want to become a kid back, look no further than ppl like rani and ninja…they talk silly most of the time. shesssshhh!
And oye! Silly talking is fun, you should try it some time na! It'll help with that asylum duty you have.
Main yahaan hoon yahaan hoon yahaan hoon yahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. eugh. I shouldn't be singing this song to a buddha. Where is your sexy son, Abhishek? Lemme talk to him, please?