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When you say Astaghfirullah. What really happens within you💖

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You know how sometimes life feels heavy like there’s a quiet weight on your chest you can’t name. Maybe it’s regret, guilt, worry, or just that feeling of being distant from peace. Now imagine something so simple, just a few words, whispered sincerely that can slowly lift that weight. That’s what Astaghfar does:  What Astaghfar/Astaghfirullah really means: I seek forgiveness from Allah. When you say “Astaghfirullah”, you’re saying, “O Allah, I stumble and I forget, but I always find my way back to You. Forgive me and draw me near again.” It’s not just words it’s like returning home after being lost for a while. You’re opening your heart to the One who already knows everything about you, yet still welcomes you with mercy. Why saying It daily changes your life: If you make Astaghfar part of your routine, it starts transforming things slowly, quietly, but surely. Spiritually: It cleans your heart. Every time you say it, imagine washing off a layer of dust that’s settled on your ...
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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.
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Suddenly, she realised that what she was...

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Suddenly, she realised that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.  ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I sat under the rain with a bee...

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I sat under the rain with a bee next to me and spoke to it as if the world had run out of listeners. Oh, bee, I searched for love the way you searched for honey, but life's troubles weigh upon my soul, just like this rain drop that weighs upon your little wings. ~Hashem y-a.
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