We will suffer the moment we take our eyes off the End and get lost in the means.
Tell this imprisoned soul that it will never be owned. Nothing will ever own you. But God.
You put your head on the ground, and in that moment everything was okay.
Look forward to going back Home. But make sure you're furnishing it.
Before anything can break your heart, it must first own your heart. Stop handing your heart to dunya-it'll stop breaking it.
Love isn't supposed to torment you. If it does, there's probably something wrong.