Sk Ali Quotes

Maybe that's what living is--recognizing the marvels and oddities around you.

Make sure that you make the beginning of whatever you begin beautiful.

I'm not a violent person. I'm not advocating violence. But I am an angry person. I'm advocating for more people to get angry. Get moved.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

Never, ever quake in the face of hate, Zayneb.

Your resistance to my existence is futile.

She believed in such a world, where everyone got a turn, a season in the sun.

This is a love story. You’ve been warned.

I was in this weird space of wanting not to be alone and wanting not to be crowded, either.

Human rights. For everyone. Because that was the only way the world made sense. When the arc of care went far and wide, it journeyed and battled to exclude none.

They say friends are the family you choose

Girls like me who see and feel the pains and problems of the world don’t make sense to people. So maybe we’re meant to be alone, or only with people exactly like us.

The shame should have been all his but I chose to carry it around this whole time.

Life goes on, even if love doesn't.

I’m someone who gets consumed by stuff. It engulfs me, wraps me up in its embrace, and doesn’t let me be until I’ve deal with it.

I just wanted the right mix of being with someone I connected to, who cared, but also let me be.

One of the reasons Ayaan said she loves being Muslim is because it makes her feel like a natural feminist. "Like hello? Our queen Khadija didn't wait for the man she had her eye on to ask her, to get on his knees. Nope. Instead, she said, 'I like you, oh employee of mine. Will you marry me?' And then, after they hitched, she just kept her job as his boss. Mad respect.

But it's not smooth sailing" "Life isn't?

We're allowed to cry.

There are a lot of ways to show our faith and love to Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. You pick the ones that are right for who you are right now.

And now here we were, almost a thousand years later, still doing it. Trying to make sense of what was happening around us. Maybe that's what life is, really.

The world is a mysterious place. On the one hand, its size can be measured and recorded and verified. Its marvels and oddities captured in complex, empirical detail. On the other hand, its size is relative to our mind’s perception of it. Its marvels and oddities only extending to how far our vision goes. For some of us, this means the world is small, including only those we see as belonging to it. People related to us, people who look like us, dress like us, think like us. For others, it’s medium-size and includes those we connect to through some similarity, some trait that pings familiarity within, which then allows us to overlook the differences between us and them. And then there are those who see the world as huge, as the actual size it measurably is. Huge enough to include vast differences, people with nothing in common with one another except a beating heart and a feeling soul, these two—heart, soul—being the strongest connection between us all.

You need to have a way to take care of yourself. A way to recharge. Otherwise the world will get you down so fast, you won’t be able to hold your head up. I learned this the hard way.

There was a reason love was a round sounding word. It completed you and then some, like treading a circular path, the way it was immemorial. Whole. But also... infinite. It went on and on as long as you went on and on, to meet it, keep it, treasure it. And I would.

the why you do something is important.

Imagine if I transformed this room into the place where someone would want to escape to?

Special days start when you run toward them.

Here's one thing I CAN figure out and that's how much I don't know. How I don't know what you went through at school. With your teacher. I don't know about the extent of the Islamophobia you've faced. I don't know what it feel like to be you. But here's another thing: I DO want to know.

Sometimes people who appear great can be the real deal. The husk, the fruit, and the kernel align.

Exhibit A TO Z: The root of everything that has gone wrong in my life. Like falling for people without thinking things through.

There are diverse ways of reading texts, depending on who you are. We all access books differently.

Because the moment you’re feeling secure, someone hates on you.

This way of noticing that even during the suckiest moments in life there was something marvelous to be seen, heard, touched. Or just a tiny awe felt in the heart.

The clearest feeling I remember is this: the way that it felt like the space between us folded and folded, and kept folding until the distance shrank, until we made sense to each other.

Throughout our lives, pain visits us in turns. There isn't a human alive that hasn't been touched by pain. We all carry scars and wounds, but only some rise to the surface to be seen and commented on. Simply put, the story of pain is common to us all.

Why we do an action is what determines its quality. A quality action or not.

I decided I liked people who cried spontaneously. It showed they had hearts they hadn’t buried too deeply inside.

Me not caring, nobody caring that I was crying. Nobody caring that I wasn’t going to be okay.

Everyone is important. When you know that and believe it and act upon it, everything and everyone around you will feel at peace with you.

The same three non-Muslims show up to our open house every year. They get serenaded as though they're royalty because we get to post "Mosque Opens Door to Greater Community, and THEY CAME!

God said: ‘Every deed a person does will receive ten to seven hundred times reward, except fasting, for it is for Me, and I shall reward it. There are two occasions of joy for one who fasts: one when he breaks the fast, and the other when he will meet his Lord.

Since the news was out about my MS, out with my Dad, my friends, and soon with Hanna, it emerged in the real world. Like a boggart from Harry Potter's world, it took shape in front of me. Unmoving, but relentlessly forcing itself into my thoughts. My MS, it was real now. I didn't want to climb the ladder to finish painting the room. I was scared to. I wasn't part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn't a house for people who'd rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

Because when we just do things without a why, we become husks. Easily crumpled, no fruit inside.

Life doesn’t end. It can start again.

They say friends are the family you choose. And, yeah, I guess that's sort of true, if family is made up of people you put up with because they care about you and you them.

Because when we do things without a why, we become husks. Easily crumpled, no fruit inside.

when you’ve gotten old like me, you realize the things you give away make you happier than the things you keep for yourself.

Can a smile make a day special?

She couldn’t have been the right one for me.

Even though we were going to be continents apart in two days, we knew we weren’t going to be apart.

No leaf falls without His knowledge, nor is there a single grain in the darkness of the earth, or anything, fresh or withered, that is not written in a clear record.

You're not tasked with the outcome. That's in Allah's hands. Yours is the effort.

You cut me Now I sit, sharpening my blad One day I will loom, a shadow no more Silence your hate, leave it shredded Strewn around your feet The only sign I've roared my pain: You Cut Down

Mr. Ram was a dedicated person—that means he didn’t let go of the things that were important to him. He was dedicated to Seniors Games Club every week. He got dressed up to go. Everyone knew he was serious about spending time with his friends, that’s how dressed up he was. He was dedicated to people. Even though he was a serious person, with a lot on his mind, he made sure to let you know he remembered you. Always. He smiled at jokes even if they were only sort of funny. He remembered that it was a person who was telling the joke, so he smiled for that person. He was dedicated to reading good books, even if they were from another generation or didn’t make complete sense to him. He read the first Harry Potter when he was ninety years old because someone told him it was good. He would have read the rest of the series if that someone had been able to find the large-type versions in the library for him.* He smiled one of his loudest smiles ever at the Shel Silverstein poem about a pet snowball. But his favorite Shel Silverstein poem was “The Little Boy and the Old Man.” Like the old man in the poem, he was dedicated to someone too, dedicated to helping her find out what the really important things for her were. What she should be dedicated to. She misses him but was happy to have had someone like him in her life. Thank you, Mr. Ram, for the warmth of your hand. *Someone still regrets that they didn’t find the rest of the HP books for him.

It was the tick marks above my bed, underneath the bunk on top of mine, that got me thinking about when I'd last extended my hand to anyone. Or anyone extended their hand to me. Someone who lived in the dorm before me had recorded their days at university like a prison sentence, carving into the wooden slats under Jarred's bed, and, one night a week ago, reaching up to run a finger over the tallies, I touched the gnawing in me. I realized it had worked its way around inside, gouging, for a while. It must be a hole I've carried since the start of freshman year. (Though sometimes I wonder if it carried over from years before that.) Simple tally marks etched with a pocketknife woke me to my hollowness.

A smell hit me- sharp, garlicky, vinegary. Pulling out all four flaps revealed a casserole dish, the clear glass lid resting atop plain white rice. The condensation on the lid indicated this had been made very recently. Valimma, my grandmother, stepped onto the driveway behind me. "That is Simeona's food, moleh. She just called to say her son dropped it off on the driveway." Valimma spoke her English slowly but surely, with a lilt that was the result of years socializing with neighbors from a variety of backgrounds. "Simeona can't come to Thursday Club today but still wanted to send her delicious shrimp adobo." "This is just rice, Valimma." I pointed at the casserole dish. "Check under. The tasty mix, the bountiful flavor, must be below." Sure enough, under the rice container was another, shallower dish housing large shrimps coated in dark brown sauce. Yup, sharp, garlicky, vinegary.

A ‘No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble

He looked down at me with such love in his eyes that I could feel my whole self flushing.

the miracles, the hardships, the pacing, the climbs, the falls, and the soars, and Adam whispered, And I added, Alhamdulillah for it all

For Adam and Zayneb, it was a realization that love doesn't have a destination. That they had to wake up every day and decide to travel to each other again and again, even if their paths were twisty, or slow, or stalled by a huge avalanche, or cracked in two by an earthquake. Because their hard travel days also created days when they flew to each other. With hardship comes ease. And that truth was the bigger part of the story.

change came via an injunction from an angel-"Iqra!" —telling him to do something he could not actually do: read. I remember when

only the effort is in our hands, Adam. We can't force or focus on what the end looks like; that's in Allah's hands

So he would get away from it all and sit in the cave to grieve and pray for change-yes, in the best ways he knew how. And then

Make it right according to our deen. The beginning of something can determine the beauty of the entire thing

What's only between you and Allah is the most important thing of all to pay attention to-nothing else comes close to it. Because while everything has rights over you in Islam, your soul, the part of you no one knows, has the greatest right of all, because it's the part of us directly connected to the Greatest of all.

With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease.

And it is He who has set up the stars so that you might be guided by them when the land and seas are dark.

Following Zayneb into the classroom, I felt like the birds on her hijab; light and intent on soaring".

WAsrama khusus untuk orang-orang yang hanya ingin menysukuri hal-hal baik dalam hidup-keajaiban, baik yang sederhana maupun yang luar biasa. - hal 64

First impressions don’t reveal anything. They’re just about you—well, the person looking at someone, listening to them, observing them—projecting your own self to assess another.

We’re two sad and angry women, about to wreak vengeance on one unsuspecting monster.

Everyone is important. When you know that and believe and act upon it, everything and everyone around upou will feel at peace with you

Bye, this girl I met on a plane who showed up at my house, who showed up in my heart.

I vowed to enjoy the good days. And the good in every day.

It’s hard sometimes to move in obscurity when everyone else around you is so Instagram worthy. Even the person who’s telling you not to care so much about looking great

I need an eraser that fills the entire screen of my brain.

I wish there were a way to still my heart. It feels like it’s not mine and wants out of my body. I seal it shut with another shrug

And so I gotta be right about a relationship. Before I get too into it. When you think about it, that seems scary. Impossible. How do you meet that one exact person who's right for you?

Oh wow. Bliss. The adobo was perfectly calibrated between my two favorite flavor juxtapositions: sweet and tangy. And the shrimp: practically dissolving in my mouth.

So she’s being me?” “In a fun way. She’s good at improv.

I wasn’t part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn’t a house for people who’d rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

always look beyond what your eyes initially recognize and find out what is real, what is possible, and what is the truth.

Then I got to thinking: Was there any use? Of just hanging around with her? When it wouldn’t come to anything?

It’s hard to see the beauty in things when you can’t see past your insecurities.

And proclaim unto all people the pilgrimage; they will come on foot and on every [kind of] fast mount, coming from every far-away point [on earth], so that they might experience much that shall be of benefit to them…. —Surah 22:27–28

Allah looks at our intentions and efforts, so start from a good place and just try your honest best.

But he only wanted to do what others wanted. It was easier to support someone. To make their decisions work.

Anger isn't wrong. What we do with it is what matters.