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The story of Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA)...

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The Story of Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA): The Woman Allah Heard from the Heavens Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA) wasn’t a warrior on the battlefield nor a leader of armies, but her voice changed the course of divine law, and her plea was heard not just by the Prophet ﷺ, but by Allah Himself. ●Who Was Khawlah bint Thalabah? Khawlah bint Thalabah (RA) was a noble woman of the Ansar, married to Aws ibn al-Samit, the brother of the famous companion Ubadah ibn al-Samit. She was known for her intelligence, strength of character, and deep faith in Allah. Despite living in a society that gave little voice to women, Khawlah (RA) would not remain silent when faced with injustice—and because of her courage, Allah revealed verses in her defence that are recited to this day. ○The Incident of Zihār One day, in the heat of an argument, Khawlah's husband Aws ibn al-Samit angrily said to her: > "You are to me like the back of my mother." In Arab culture at that time, this statement was known...

I want to be soft and kind and happy...

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I want to be soft and kind and  happy. I want to be a small sun  that warms everyone around me. I want to smile and tuck my hair behind my ear and laugh. I want to be so full of love, i can't help but spread it all around.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more...

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There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally. ~Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral's Kiss

Yes I enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then,...

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"Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious." ~Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

I am starved for tenderness and.....

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 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛  𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝒉𝑠." -𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑛, 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: