nargis ahzezee

ask me things   Sometimes the brain ain't the same unless it feels the dream melt the ice congeal the cream...

You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner.

You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and let the colors fill your mind until there is nothing left to do but explode. There are no wrong answers. Inspiration is everything. Sit back, relax, and take it all in.
Now, go out and create something.
-Jac Vanek

— 17 hours ago with 1 note

priphea:

Spent the day picking wild flowers

(Source: palewhiskey, via golpe-de-estado)

— 18 hours ago with 66689 notes

Students sitting for an exam in Afghanistan.

Students sitting for an exam in Afghanistan.

(via makeminanotwar)

— 18 hours ago with 27710 notes
wetreesinart:

John Constable (1776-1837) Study of the Trunk of an Elm Tree, 1821

wetreesinart:

John Constable (1776-1837) Study of the Trunk of an Elm Tree, 1821

— 18 hours ago with 35 notes
reorientmag:

Flower power #arab #arabic #vintage #flower

reorientmag:

Flower power #arab #arabic #vintage #flower

— 18 hours ago with 17 notes

As Hafiz says, “This place where you are right now God circled on a map for you.” So I say “Yes” to this wonderful journey. I say “Yes” to this life. And I say “Yes” to making myself available to all good things.

— 3 days ago with 1 note

afghanistaninphotos:

Traditional Afghan Music: Raqs-e Kabootar played by Shamsuddin Masroor on the rubab.

(Dance of the pigeons/birds) رقص كبوتر

(Source: warkadang, via musaafer)

— 3 weeks ago with 184 notes
wetreesinart:

Francis Danby (1793-1861), Romantic Woodland c.1824-1825

wetreesinart:

Francis Danby (1793-1861), Romantic Woodland c.1824-1825

(Source: 1910-again)

— 1 month ago with 727 notes

I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete
With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in pitch-black night
I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed
Not knowing if the sun had rose
Or if the sky was one with those
Who knelt, who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to
With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity
His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent
I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead
And men and women found their place
With aspirations for God’s Face
I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think
To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind
For me this world is not one jot
If I could simple be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages
I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God
Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light
He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves
Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side
So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth
_____Shaykh Hamza Yusuf

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
gaza-life-goes-on:

Despite everything that has happened to them, the children of Gaza are still smiling - Life goes on in Gaza - photo from tweet @iFalasteen 

gaza-life-goes-on:

Despite everything that has happened to them, the children of Gaza are still smiling - Life goes on in Gaza - photo from tweet @iFalasteen 

— 1 month ago with 4 notes
They ask me,“What makes her so beautiful?”
I say,“Her soul.”
They ask,“But what of her appearance?”
I say,“It is given value through her soul.”
They ask,“What of her mind?”
I say,“It is but a nomad guided by her soul.”
They ask,“And what of her faith?”
I say,“Ah, now that is the question. It is the water and the sun that nourishes her soul. It is the strength that flows truth to her ever-loving heart. It is the soul of her soul.”
They ask,“Then what matters to you most?”
I smile,“That her faith be her purpose, her constant epiphany, and the essence of her happiness.”
-nadir keval

They ask me,
“What makes her so beautiful?”

I say,
“Her soul.”

They ask,
“But what of her appearance?”

I say,
“It is given value through her soul.”

They ask,
“What of her mind?”

I say,
“It is but a nomad guided by her soul.”

They ask,
“And what of her faith?”

I say,
“Ah, now that is the question. 
It is the water and the sun that nourishes her soul. 
It is the strength that flows truth to her ever-loving heart. 
It is the soul of her soul.”

They ask,
“Then what matters to you most?”

I smile,
“That her faith be her purpose, 
her constant epiphany, 
and the essence of her happiness.”

-nadir keval

— 2 months ago with 1 note