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

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

Tawbah is the cleaning of the heart, dhikr is the feeding of the heart.

There is meaning in all things. But are you paying attention?

Everything you have is on loan. Foolish is the one who gets attached to a loan.

When the pain overtakes you, reach inside. Gather the broken pieces, and hand them to God. Ask Him to remake your heart. Different, this time. Stronger. More beautiful. This is how we are made, and remade by the Maker.

There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.