Do you know what is backbiting? It is when submerged in the ocean, the entire ocean will be cloaked by a vile smell. And when reigned over the humans' hearts, all of them will be fragmented. Never see others deficiency, Nor talk about their frailty. And Say NO to Backbiting.
Allah Almighty has stated in the Glorious Quran: "And do not backbite one another. Would any one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would not tolerate it! " [Kanz-ul-Īmān (Translation of Quran)] (Part 26, Sūraĥ Al-Ḥujurāt, verse 12)
Please don't reveal the faults of other people. Always protect their honor. Your honor shall be protected too!
the bittersweet word left my lips but it kept the other words at bay - the ones I could never, ever say. I dragged those deeply rooted words, pulling them until they wouldn't budge. I wrapped them in my voice and let them go until thorny feelings seized my legs and dug into my soft, tender flesh. my fingers bled as I separated the thorns. they shrank, withering into the soil. and once they did, I whispered, "goodbye" for the second time, and I was finally free.
Life is not fair, friend when I am here and you are not when you were ensnared by addiction and desires of flesh a soul left here to rot
The existing situation is not so great born of our differences where we did not gain a scar knowing love did not spare us pain moving us forward into unknown embrace and only served to make us who we are.
Unravel me. Plunge your fingers into the depths of my anatomy- wade into my rufescent flesh, strum my fibers, find me in the fissures of my ivory bones--- then come back to the surface, cling to the brims of my clavicles, and tell me how beautiful I am.
i have never tried drugs, some pills that could make me intoxicated as i was already high on happiness. but then i realized, self love which was the spark behind my positivity is vanishing. i was horrified. it has become a drug to myself that i couldn't imagine my soul working without it. my passion needed more doses of self love, and i couldn't make it anymore. at that time, i wished— if self love can be found in forms of pills and drugs, then i already would have been intoxicating. but i never got it. i thank myself at that time for stoping myself as sometimes self love isn't important as long as you are breathing. other than your blood, flesh and bones anything can make you go insane. so it's better to stay on earth and stop doing our drugs of different obsessions.
Above the hardened world I see a cloud white edges soft but dark pervades its heart beside the brook a stone so bright and proud her striking beauty makes her stand apart I bow my fingers wrap around her waist I lift her from her lesser comrades there I touch the smoothness of her face her sheen and curving lines without compare I want to take her home with me to keep I pause and hear the moving gurgling brook and cast her back into the liquid deep I hear her splash and take a final look And with her loss I feel a tiny grief but smile I touched her being oh so brief
My first try at an English or Shakespearean sonnet.
Pluck both wings off a butterfly twin, toss five bones into a black stone cauldron. Pull three strings of a skeleton puppet, draw a white circle around a mandolin. One burning needle, carve into a coffin, six long shadows swing the pendulum. A dagger to the chest, weave the mortal flesh, pierce the embryo outside the yolk of death.