I dream of the day where I can pray wherever I want in my own house facing the yard or the sky. Where I can wear my prayer clothes without taking them off right away. To be able to walk around in my abaya which is so pretty and sparkly while I get ready for Jummah prayer. Where my hijab can be put on in front of whatever mirror in my house I pick instead of the mirror in the car. When I can set out my Qurans for all to read. Where I can place my prayer mat in which ever room I want without the door closed. But more importantly where I can be able to hear my call to prayer echo through my house and caress me without having the set it on mute and a notification on my phone. Only then will I really be free.
Pray when it hurts. When you are so down on your luck and you want someone to turn to. Pray when you are happy. When you finally got all that you wanted and even more. Pray when you are lost and confused. When you have no idea what’s right or wrong. Pray to fill in the spaces, the gaps. Pray constantly and fervently in search of peace of mind and stability.
-- (via heartheraindrops—fall)
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”
So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, “explodes” and then disappears.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
((Fuck, I’m on mobile))
If you your on mobile you can just hold the reblog button down
(Source: Flickr / emily_boyer)
how people use to imagine the future:
how people now imagine the future:
this actually says so much about society