Be grateful for the wound that pushes you towards God.

Ya Allah, envelop our hearts with a shield of your light and mercy, so the pain doesn't penetrate.

Don't lie to me. Don't deceive me. Give me the truth. Even if it breaks me. A painful truth is better than a pleasant lie.

My Nafs screams out for what it desires. But my will to be free screams louder.

If you allow dunya to own your heart, like the ocean that owns the boat, it will take over. You will sink down to the depths of the sea. You will touch the ocean floor.

Stop hating on yourself for not being perfect. If God wanted perfection, He would have made you an angel.

You keep only what you give...to Him.