Ask Allah, He WILL HelpYou

If you ask Allah for guidance sincerely, believing in Him and trusting
in Him, he WILL guide you. If you approach Him with humility and faith
and ask Him for help, He WILL help you. "And your Lord says: "Call on
Me; I will answer you." (Quran 40:60). I personally have experienced
this in my life again and again. Allah is real and miracles do happen.
I remember one time when I was deeply confused about something that
mattered very much to me. I prayed to Allah late at night, and began
crying. After my prayer, I laid down right there on the musalla
(prayer rug), andfell asleep, and BAM, herecomes one of the most
powerful dreams I have ever had, with a very clear answer to my
problem. Then the next night I'm outside and feeling some doubts
again, and all of a sudden I see a tremendous meteor go flaming across
the sky right in front of me. I wasamazed and I laughed out loud
because Allah could not have made it any clearer.
I'm not promising you a dream and a meteor (smile). But Allah's
promise is true. He WILL answer you, maybe in ways that you see
clearly,or in ways that you don't.The answer might be to protect you
from harm, or to give you something better than what you requested. Or
the answer might only be a feeling of faith and tranquility inyour
heart that allows you to move forward confidently. He WILL help you.

Don’t Make Yourself a Prisoner

It's possible to make ourselves the prisoners ofothers. How? By caring
somuch what they think that we let if affect how we practice our
religion, how we dress, how we speak, even what names we call
ourselves.
Prisoners have their names taken away and are given numbers. We do it
voluntarily when we change Muhammad to Mo, Wael to Will (I've been
advised by some to do this but I have always refused), and Khadija to
Kim.
Prisoners are told how todress. We do it to ourselves by giving up our
hijabs and kufis in order to fit in. We enslave ourselves to the
cultural dictates of others. We humiliate ourselves by suppressing
everything that says, "I am Muslim."
Prisoners are sometimes refused the right to pray or to have a Quran.
We do it to ourselves by missing our prayers because we are afraid of
being seen in public; or putting away our Quran and letting it gather
dust.
Prisoners are given no choice in their diets. We do it to ourselves by
eating the non-halal meat that is put in front of us, because we are
ashamed to say, "I only eat halal."
Prisoners learn to remainsilent. We do it to ourselves when others
speak of faith and religion – sometimes even criticizing Islam in our
presence – and we remain silent because weare embarrassed to speakup.
"And believe in what I have sent down confirming that which is
[already] with you, and be not the first to disbelieve in it. And do
not exchange My signs for a small price, and fear[only] Me." – Quran,
Al-Baqarah, 2:41
Allah gave us a great gift,He gave us truth and guidance, and others
are hungering for it, so don'thide it! We must be ourselves, be proud
(not the pride of arrogance but of gratitude), let our faith show,
shine our light! A lamp in the darkness cannot be hidden!
Don't make yourself a prisoner! Wear your Islamic clothing without
embarrassment, eat halal without apology, speak your name with pride,
pray on time no matter where you are, read the Quran on the bus or the
subway if you wish, and when people ask you about your faith, tell
them with a smile, "I am Muslim." Speak your truth without fear. Be
proud of Islam. Be free, and hold your head up high, bowing only to
Allah.

Let’s Love Ourselves First

We can get so caught up in trying to fix other people's problems, that
we forget to fix ourselves. We can spend all our time helping family
members, running around, "sacrificing", while our own souls are weary,
discouraged and approaching despair. We can champion important causes,
or do vital work in our jobs, while we cover up or ignore wounds from
our past, until we cannot even look at ourselves with respect or love.
I suppose we all have ourcoping mechanisms. For me, it's martial arts.
When I'm troubled or unhappy, I tend to immerse myself in my martial
arts practice. It occupies my mind, allowsme to forget my problems,
and wears out my body so I can sleep.
Others may plunge themselves into their work, or distract themselves
with books, music or television, or busy themselves with other
people's problems. But you can only keep this up for so long. If you
don't face what's going on internally, the darkness will eventually
spread and blot everything else out.
We have to come to terms with ourselves, or happiness will elude us forever.
How can we love and cherish others if we do not love ourselves? How
can we extend ourselves to create something good in the world, if what
we have inside is not sound and peaceful? How can we raise happy
children if we are not happy? Children are very perceptive; if you are
troubled and hurt inside, they will pick up on that, and it will
affect them. If you really want to love your children properly, you
need to make peace with your own soul.
Sometimes there are so many distractions in our lives, so much
external noise, that we can't hear our own hearts anymore.We need to
quiet our minds and get back in touch with our fitrah, that pure
nature given tous by Allah. We need to ask Allah's forgiveness, then
forgive ourselves, sothat we can get rid of thebaggage of shame. Only
then can we then forgiveothers, and let go of anger or resentment.
We must listen to our intuition, and hear our hearts speaking, and
open ourselves to the clear light of Allah's huda (guidance).

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24b) - Story - , Moons Peak [FINISHED]- Deal Breaker (chapter24)

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"Sheeba's dead." Satchel finally broke the silence. At the mention of
Trench's little sister, he froze. Both of us halted just inches from
the forest.
"I'll give you the chance to give Sheeba a proper burial too. Whether
you win or lose." This got his attention, just judging from his
contemplative expression. Satchel continued his talk-a-thon.
"You killed her." It wasn'ta question, it was an accusation. Satchel
shookhis head.
"She died fighting mama.They both died from eachother's hands." Trench
frowned and loosened his hold on my wrist. He'dmade an angry red mark
on it.
"And when I win?" Trench asked, making Satchel shrug.
"I'll walk away from everything." Satchel said finally. Trench
narrowed his eyes, cocking an eyebrow toward me.
"Even…her?" Satchel nodded.
"Even her. " He repeated blearily.
He gave a brief nod toward me, and I was sure my heart dropped inthat
moment as the words left his lips.
Like an invisible flame had been distinguished inside me. I blinked a
couple of times in astonishment. God! Was he serious?!
"Satchel?" I shot him a panicked look, but he just looked away in sadness.
He was giving up on me? The conviction in his voice sounded as much,
and I couldn't help but stop struggling in Trench's hold because of
it. Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he didn't love me as much as I did him. Maybe he didn't love me at all.
Trench smiled, and nodded sharply.
"Deal." He lowered his mouth to my neck.
"Maybe our Happily Ever After came sooner than I hoped." He planted a
kisson the side of my neck, and the shiver that ran down my spine was
so unnatural. It was alarmingly comfortable and disgusting at the same
time. The bonding scent flooding my nose, itwas unmistakably
strong.Just what Trench had toldme.
"What are the rules?" Trench asked. Satchel managed a smirk of his
own, but I could tell it was forced.
My honey colored eyes met his light green ones, and I couldn't look
away. Was this our last goodbye? Do we exchange our last dramatic soap
opera worthy lines to say it? What if this was the last time, I would
see him…ever. What if he…didn't come back? I blinked away my tears,
and just stared at him. And stared a little longer trying to remember
everyline, every crease, every contour of his face.
His mouth twitched up toa smile, and he had his hand on his chest.
Rubbing the spot where his heart would be.
"Satchel…I." He shook his head, cutting me off witha hush.
"Don't." He smiled sadly. Ifrowned in protest. I had to let him know
how I felt, especially since this might be the last time I'd get to
say it.
"But…" I started, but he just shook his head again.
"Tell me when I get back," he said, resting hishand on his heart. "Now
go get Derryn, she's expecting you."
Those were the last words I heard from the shaggy boy I'd shared
mychildhood with.
Well, what little I did before my Grams took meaway from it all. The
one boy that I could see myself possibly spending the rest of it with
too. I stole one last glance at Satchel, trying my hardest to hold in
my protesting tears, and gave him a brave smile.
Go. He mouthed, and nodded in the direction of where Derryn would be
waiting for me.
It took all my self-control not to cry, letting my shoulders sag in
defeat, as I turned my back on him, and it felt like I was leaving him
all over again.
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this up. :) Hope youlike!
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