Ya Rabb, You Have Granted Me Tawfeeq To Prostrate To You, Grant Me Death While I'm Prostrating To None

Ya Rabb, You have granted me tawfeeq to prostrate to You, grant me death while I'm prostrating to none but You.

~ mashriqiyyah

Looks aren't enough. I'm attracted to emotional intelligence.

Lack of communication will make any sort of connection fade away

Being Me is understanding that...

No one can roast me like I roast myself.

No one's harder on me than myself.

No one criticises me as I do myself.

No one's crueller to me than myself.

No one can speak harsher to me than myself.

I am my own enemy and my own saviour.

I am the first one to scoff on my mistakes and the first one to apologise to myself.

I hurt myself and I heal myself.

It's a paradoxical torment living my life. It's a self awakening pleasure living my life.

A woman gives her heart completely, entirely, submissively, without any defence to a man who brings peace, safety, calm and gentleness to her soul. No money. Neither looks. Nor his status. Just him being a man whom she doesn't feel the need to be scared of in any way.

~ mashriqiyyah