So I was texting my sister when one of my dad's employee started texting me in the work gc about what my dad wants me to learn tomorrow and meeting details. basically a really big to-do list. i replied to him with the soneybun gif 😭 (my brain glitched. i was supposed to send that to my sister)
couldnt even delete it in time cuz almost every1 saw and i was still processing it
These are strange times in which we live.
Deception has become so subtle that a person can stand before you smiling, speaking beautifully, appearing kind and sincere, while concealing an entirely different nature beneath the surface.
So how do we protect ourselves?
Intention is one form of protection. If your intention is sincere, if you genuinely want to see things as they are rather than as you wish them to be, you become less vulnerable to deception.
But intention alone is not enough. We also need intuition.
There is an old story from Iraq about the serial k!ll3r Abu Tabar. He was responsible for horrific cr1m3s in Baghdad during the 1970s, to the point that people became afraid to sleep on their rooftops or in their courtyards during the summer.
After his arrest, he spoke about an incident that had happened while he was still unknown. He was walking through the streets when a child suddenly followed him, pointed at him, and shouted “That's Abu Tabar! Catch him!”
That child could not possibly have known who he was.
Perhaps it was simply a coincidence. Perhaps it was something else.
But this is what fascinates me about intuition.
Sometimes the heart receives a message before the mind has gathered an explanation.
You meet someone for the first time and, without knowing why, you feel at ease.
Or you meet someone else and something inside you tightens.
You cannot explain it. There is no evidence yet. Just a feeling.
But intuition should never become an excuse to judge people.
It is only the beginning of an investigation.
A woman once met another man who presented himself as a social reformer. He was articulate, confident, and extremely persuasive. Everyone seemed impressed by him.
Yet something inside the woman said: this man is not what he appears to be.
She did not accuse him. She just observed and listened to his speeches carefully. She examined the things he repeatedly said, the messages beneath his words, his mannerisms, his body language, and especially the small involuntary expressions that appeared when he spoke.
There was a brief movement in his eyes, a momentary tension in his face, that seemed completely inconsistent with the image he was presenting.
So the woman continued observing and eventually, the evidence accumulated.
That is the important distinction:
Intuition gives you the first question. Evidence gives you the answer.
There is also a difference between intuition and fear.
If you desperately want someone to love you, your desire can disguise itself as intuition.
You might say “I have a feeling they're the one.”. But perhaps you simply want them to be.
Likewise, if you are afraid of being hurt, you may interpret every small thing as a warning.
That isn't necessarily intuition either.
A wounded person sees the world through the wound.
Carl Jung called this projection: sometimes we dislike someone because they remind us of something within ourselves.
Pure intuition is quieter. It doesn't yell, panic and it doesn't need to convince you. It simply arrives. Maybe like a flash,a tightening in the chest, a sense of peace, or a quiet “yes” or “no” that appears before the mind begins constructing its arguments.
And when that feeling repeats itself, we should not keep silencing it just because we want a different answer.
How many times have we met someone who later betrayed us and, looking back, realized: “Something felt wrong from the beginning.”
We felt it. Then we explained it away. We said perhaps we were being unfair. Perhaps they were just nervous. Perhaps we misunderstood. Perhaps we should give them another chance.
Sometimes we should.
But sometimes the mistake is not that we noticed the warning.
The mistake is that we refused to listen to it.
Still, be careful. Discomfort because someone speaks differently, comes from a different background, belongs to a different religion, or simply reminds you of someone you dislike is not intuition.
That is prejudice.
Fear, prejudice desire, ego..they're all loud. Intuition whispers.
And the clearer the mind becomes, the easier that whisper is to hear.
This is why solitude, reflection, remembrance, and silence can be valuable. When yourmind becomes less crowded by desire and fear, the heart becomes like a clean and polished mirror. It reflects more clearly.
But even then, observe.
Especially when dealing with people who may be manipulative.
A manipulator can be charming, generous, eloquent. They can tell beautiful stories. They can make you feel special.
But eventually, there is usually a contradiction between their words and their actions.
Watch what they do.
A person who constantly speaks about kindness but is cruel to the weak has already told you something.
A person who is gentle with the powerful and harsh with the vulnerable has told you something.
A person who demands your trust immediately should make you cautious.
Manipulators understand urgency. They know that if they give you time to think, their illusion may disappear.
So they create pressure: Urgency. Insistence. Need.
“Decide now”, “Trust me”, “Don't ask so many questions”,“Why don't you believe me?”, “Everyone else understands except you.”
Whatever your deepest need is, they search for it. And once they find the wound, they press on it.
This is why trust should be given slowly.
Not because everyone is evil. Quite the opposite.
We should have a good opinion of people.
But trust is something that should be earned through consistency.
Give someone time and observe patterns Watch whether their actions remain consistent with their words, how they treat people who cannot benefit them, how they behave when they are angry, how they respond when you disagree with them, whether they respect your boundaries, whether their stories have gaps and contradictions..
And most importantly, notice how you feel after spending time with them.
Some people leave you feeling peaceful.
Others leave you confused, exhausted, and strangely uneasy.
Sometimes you cannot explain why. So don't immediately condemn them. But don't immediately dismiss yourself either.
Observe. Time reveals what charm conceals.
A person's true character is difficult to maintain as a performance forever. Eventually, the mask becomes heavy and the contradiction appears.
The body says something the mouth doesn't.
The action contradicts the promise.
The story develops holes.
And the person reveals himself.
Perhaps this is one of the greatest protections we can develop in life:
a pure intention, a clear mind, a quiet intuition, and the patience to wait for evidence.
Do not trust every feeling. But do not ignore every feeling either.
Listen to the first whisper and then investigate.
Because intuition may show you the door...but only time can tell you what is behind it.
(Wanted to share this after a session with my mentor got me overthinking 😭)
I was stressed as hell about my results and barely slept last night. I kept thinking about everything that could happen and what if I disappointed my parents. The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
Then around 3 AM, they randomly started texting me from downstairs. Spamming memes, reels like usual and then when I didn't respond, my dad started sending messages.
He said that no matter what happens, he's still proud of me and I shouldn't ruin my mental health over all this “nonsense”
“I swear to God, I'm not going to be mad. I've never scolded you over this kind of stuff in your entire life. Why are you so worried?”
The funniest part is that he didn't even know I was stressed because of him 😭
It didn't magically erase the stress, but it calmed me down enough that I finally slept properly for a few hours.
Parents sometimes say one simple thing and suddenly your entire overthinking session looks stupid 🥀
Someone once asked whether expectations k1ll joy.
Maybe they do. But not in the way people usually mean.
Expectation is not merely the desire for something to happen. Desire is innocent. A man may desire victory, companionship, wealth, peace, knowledge: all without losing his peace when life refuses him any of them.
Expectation is different. It takes desire and gives it a deadline. It says “This is how it should happen”
And once the mind has written its own version of the future, reality is no longer experienced as it is. It is judged against what was imagined.
A person receives something beautiful and immediately notices what it lacks.
A journey becomes disappointing because it was not like the one imagined.
A friendship becomes inadequate because it did not resemble the friendship one had invented beforehand.
A success becomes strangely empty because, somewhere in the mind, success had already been rehearsed so many times that the real thing feels smaller than the fantasy.
The strange part is that nothing was actually taken away.
The person simply arrived carrying an expectation larger than the moment could hold.
There is an old wisdom in leaving certain things unnamed.
The desert does not promise rain.
The sea does not promise a safe crossing.
And the road does not promise the traveller that it will lead him where he wishes to go.
Yet the traveller walks.
I think that is te reason old poets spoke so often of the road, the night, the horse, the desert..
Not merely because these are beautiful metaphors or images, but because they carry an understanding that modern life has made difficult to remember:
you may choose the direction without being promised the destination.
There is a difference between hope and expectation.
Hope says: Perhaps it will come as we wish.
Expectation says: It must come as I want.
The first leaves the heart open while the second places a condition upon it.
And maybe this is why disappointment can be so disproportionate to what actually happened. We are not always mourning what we lost. Sometimes we are mourning a future that never existed outside our own imagination.
A thousand disappointments can be born from a single sentence:
“I thought it would be different.”
But tell me..why should it have been?
Who promised?
Who signed the agreement?
Where, exactly, did life tell you that the person would stay, the opportunity would arrive, the effort would be rewarded, the battle would be won, or the ending would resemble the one you had privately written?
There is humility in asking these questions. Not the humility of lowering oneself, but the humility of remembering that reality is older than our plans.
There is a certain arrogance in believing that because something was deeply desired, it therefore deserved to happen.
Desire is not evidence, effort is not a guarantee and good intentions are not a contract with the universe.
And even merit does not make a person entitled to a particular outcome. This is not pessimism. It is freedom.
Because once the demand for a specific ending disappears, effort becomes strangely purer.
A man can study without demanding that knowledge make him admired.
He can love without demanding that love remain unchanged.
He can build without demanding that everyone remember who built it.
He can give without keeping an account of what is owed to him.
He can walk into a difficult road without needing the road to congratulate him for surviving it.
There is something I love about the Islamic perspective on this distinction between effort and outcome.
خذ بالأسباب، ودع ما وراءها لله
Take the means, and leave what lies beyond them to Allah.
The archer draws the bow. He does not command the wind.
The farmer plants. He does not command the rain.
The traveller chooses the road. He does not command what waits beyond the horizon.
And perhaps that is where tawakkul is misunderstood.
Tawakkul is not abandoning effort and calling it faith. It is doing what is within your reach, then having enough peace to accept what was never within it. There is a unique kind of strength in that which does not collapse when the answer is no. Which can lose without becoming bitter, win without becoming arrogant, and continue without needing praise from either.
Look at the man in the picture..with one sword and an entire horizon of enemies. From a distance, it looks like madness. But perhaps courage has always looked unreasonable when measured only by the odds.
Still, there is another lesson hidden there.
The man stands before an army that is not going to become smaller simply because he wishes it would. He knows what stands before him. And still, he holds the sword.
That is the difference between courage and expectation.
Courage says “This is difficult. I will still go.”
Expectation says “Because I went, it should become easier.”
One accepts reality while the other tries to bargain with it.
And life is full of such bargains.
If I am good to people, they will be good to me.
If I work hard enough, I will succeed.
If I love someone sincerely, they will remain.
If I pray for something, it will arrive in the form I imagined.
Sometimes they do and sometimes they do not.
And the tragedy is not that life refused the bargain. The tragedy is that we believed there had been a bargain at all.
Perhaps this is why the old Arabic saying carries such weight:
ما كل ما يتمنى المرء يدركه
Not everything a person wishes for will be attained.
A simple sentence but there is an entire philosophy inside it.
Not everything desired will arrive, not every road will open, not every effort will bear the fruit expected of it, not every goodbye will receive an explanation...
And yet, the heart continues.
This does not mean becoming someone who expects nothing.
That would be another form of imprisonment.
A man without desire is not necessarily wise. Sometimes he is merely tired. There is nothing noble about killing every ambition simply because disappointment is possible.
The point is not to become indifferent. The point is to become unpossessed by the outcome.
Want the mountain? Climb it. But do not become so obsessed with reaching the summit that you spend the entire ascent resenting the shape of the path.
And if you reach it, do not assume there is nowhere else to go.
If you do not reach it, do not assume the journey was worthless.
There is a beautiful Arabic word: رضا
It means contentment. it doesn't mean I don't want anything else. But *“*I accept what has been written for me without surrendering what I am capable of becoming.”
That is a much harder balance.
To hunger without becoming ungrateful.
To strive without becoming entitled.
To hope without becoming dependent upon a particular answer.
To dream without confusing the dream with destiny.
Perhaps that is the real answer.
Expectations do not necessarily kill joy. Attachment to expectations does.
The cup is not bitter because it was not filled with what you imagined. It is bitter because you spent so long staring at the empty space that you forgot to taste what was already there.
So let the future remain partly unknown.
Let some doors remain unopened until they open themselves.
Let people surprise you.
Let plans fail occasionally.
Let the road change.
Let Allah write a sentence you would not have thought to write yourself.
After all, what kind of faith is it if the only acceptable answer is the one already chosen?
Sometimes the wiser man is not the one who knows exactly where he is going.
Perhaps he is the one who knows where he is going without insisting that the road obey him.
امضِ، ودَعْ ما بقي للقدر
Walk, and leave what remains to fate.
There is still joy in that. Perhaps more than we ever understood.
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I was fine all along. No one’s pressuring me. I thought I did great.
now i cant stop refreshing that damn website. And i cant even sleep
Results in an hour
May God help us 😭
In a world of crowded rooms and quiet hearts, may your road cross paths with good souls.
The kind that hears of your loneliness and carries it quietly into tahajjud.
Some friendships are a patch of shade on a long road,
a fire burning when the night grows cold,
a well found when the journey runs long.
May Allah bless your path with companions who make life lighter.
(pictures from today after meeting my friend)
In a world of crowded rooms and quiet hearts, may your road cross paths with good souls.
The kind that hears of your loneliness and carries it quietly into tahajjud.
Some friendships are a patch of shade on a long road,
a fire burning when the night grows cold,
a well found when the journey runs long.
May Allah bless your path with companions who make life lighter.
(pictures from today after meeting my friend)
So every weekend, i pack my stuff and go to the desert cuz it helps me relax. I chill with my horses, practice stuff and just get away from everything for a bit.
Usually im alone tho. There are workers and guards around, but thats not really the same as having someone to hang out with. I'd talk to them sometimes but yk..
One night it was really cold and i was walking around cuz i couldnt sleep. I was also tryna find a kettle so i could make tea cuz obviously thats more important than sleeping.
I saw this boy there. He was like a year older than me and he was one of the worker's sons.
He was bringing tea for me even tho it wasnt even his job 😭
I asked him why and he just shrugged and said his father told him to.
We started talking and somehow ended up sitting by the fire for hours.
School, horses, random stuff, things we liked, things we hated, whatever came up. He was funny asf and just easy to talk to.
Thats when i made my first actual friend.
And my only friend tbh.
After that he'd come around whenever i was there. We'd ride sometimes, talk for hours, argue about stupid stuff and just chill.
We're honestly completely different people.
Different backgrounds, different lives, different everything.
But somehow none of that mattered. He never asked weird questions about my family or my background, never wanted anything from me and never treated me differently because of who i was.
He just treated me like some random guy who happened to be there.
Eventually i wasnt really allowed to see him anymore. Not just him either. Stuff happened and i basically wasnt allowed to have friends or interact with people outside of certain situations cuz of safety reasons (dont ask why)
So we stopped talking.
Months passed and i kinda just assumed that was it.
But im going to visit him tomorrow.
Havent seen him in months so its probably gonna be awkward as hell
I dont even know what we're gonna talk about anymore.
But im looking forward to it.
Its kinda weird how sometimes you find a bit of peace somewhere you never expected.
And usually its with someone you never expected either.
We're basically complete opposites but somehow that guy became the only person i could just sit around with and not overthink everything and be myself. and thats a big thing cuz i dont open up to people.
I guess sometimes you dont need someone who understands your whole life.
You just need someone who makes you forget about it for a few hours.
There is something almost cruel about the way the desert remembers.
At sunset, you can leave a hundred footprints in the sand, each one visible beneath the dying light.
By morning, the wind has erased them all.
No evidence that you were ever there.
And yet the desert does not feel empty.
Maybe that is what it means to matter.
Not everything meaningful leaves a mark that can be seen.
A father leaving tea outside his son's door.
A mother fixing her child's collar.
A quiet dua for someone who will never know it was made.
A kindness given when nobody was watching.
Most of our lives are made of things like these: small moments the world will never record, but which may live quietly inside someone for years.
We spend so much time wanting to be remembered that we forget how little of life is ever remembered at all.
An afternoon.
A voice from another room.
Someone's laugh.
A hand held at the right moment.
We don't know we're living inside memories while they're happening.
And perhaps growing older is realizing that even we are temporary.
The child we were. The people we loved. The places we thought we'd never leave.
They become ghosts we carry without returning to.
Maybe moving on isn't forgetting.
Maybe it is remembering without needing to go back.
Some things end without explanations. Some prayers are answered differently than we imagined. Some doors close, and we'll never know what was behind them.
Perhaps faith is learning to keep walking anyway.
The desert doesn't promise that you'll reach the other side.
It doesn't promise that the wind will be kind.
It doesn't promise your footprints will remain.
It only gives you the horizon and asks you to walk.
So if the wind takes my name from the sand,
let it.
I was never asking the desert to remember me.
I only wanted, for one evening,
to know that I was here.
To feel the sand beneath my feet.
To watch the sun disappear.
To look at a sky so vast that everything I thought was important became small.
Maybe that is enough.
A moment in which we were fully present.
A hand held when it mattered.
A prayer whispered when no one was listening.
A kindness given without expecting anything in return.
A goodbye said before it was too late.
Nothing grand.
Just a life, quietly lived.
And when the wind eventually erases every footprint we've left behind, perhaps it won't matter.
Because for a brief moment, we were here.
We loved.
We prayed.
We were kind.
We stayed.
We crossed the desert.
And while we were there, it was real.
saw this and remembered some people don't know what to do if they're grabbed like this
so i figured i'd post this
hopefully nobody ever needs it. stay safe out there👍🏻
>!today i learnt that shahrukh khan, salmaan khan, and amir khan are NOT brothers 🥀!<