I have these two neighbours and they’re married and they gotta be like in their late 30s and I’m making dinner and I look out the window and they’re running around outside in their pajamas and bare feet with water pistols soaking eachother and laughing so loud it made me realise I’m wasting so much time trying to make relationships perfect when all that’s really needed is someone who will laugh with me for the rest of my life
There’s a reason Jannah is not in her hands,
but under her feet.
For if it was in her palms, her selfless love would have
handed it to you despite your deserving.
Alas, it is the ground that bears her entire weight. That is
where heaven lies, and if you wish to achieve it- carry her
Wipe her tears.
Give her hope.
Kiss her hands.
Tell her you love her,
in every tongue you speak.
Clean for her.
Cook for her.
Strive for her.
Do not simply hold her hand, for that is not where heaven lies.
Bare her burdens.
You may never come close to the unconditional manner and love in which she bared yours-
But you may earn the key to the gardens of eternal bliss locked beneath her feet. (via faraa—faraway)