Saints and Misfits

Two muffins were sitting in the oven. One looks over at the other and says, “Man, it’s HOT in here!” The second one screams, “AHHH! A talking muffin!”

this feeling of wanting to grind the monster into the ground. Is this what strength’s like?

“It feels good right now,” I say. “It feels like if I see him again, I’m strong enough to death-stare him.”

this feeling of wanting to grind the monster into the ground. Is this what strength’s like?

The question we must ask ourselves at this point—a very tricky question to ask at a time of being intrigued by someone—is: Will this person hold dear the same things that I will in life? Will it be as important to them to observe Ramadan properly, bundling up in the winter months to head to the mosque in the evenings when there is work in the mornings; will they cherish the times and sanctity of prayers for my family as I will; will they observe the ritual cleansing acts so important to a Muslim; and so on. Perhaps the most important question one would need to ask of oneself is, Do I hold dear these things? If so, a reevaluation of the attraction and the potential for realistic fruition may be in order. If not, Allah is the most aware of your situation and the one to turn to, being the best of all guides. I can offer no other advice than this. And Allah knows best

Flannery: The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

I write to discover what I know.’ Flannery O’Connor.”

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon,” Muhammad says. “To God we belong and to him we return.”

True achievement is birthed by failure. Even public failure, for then you’re guaranteed a greater audience for your eventual rising. Let your detractors watch as you arise anew.

My phone pings: Thy apologies, plural, accepted.

It’s a text from Nuah.

I sit up. At least you got to know the real me: mean.

I don’t buy that. There’s nice in there

No one is perfect except God