Gnostic Souls

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺; 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘮.” - 𝙔𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙙

هر شب‌جمعه بین سجاده همه گریان روضه ها بودیم هرچه بودیم هرچه که هستیم ما بدون حسین نابودیم ♡

“𝖥𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍.”⁣ ⁣ ‏﴿سَيَجعَلُ اللهُ بَعدَ عُسرٍ يُسرًا﴾

“𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴.” — 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪

“𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥?“

اغْفِرْ لِمَن لا يَمْلِكُ إِلاَّ الدُّعَاءَ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡

و خدایی که به شدت کافیست... • And the God, who is strongly enough... “Allah is the Creator of the universe and the light of the heavens and the earth. He is the one absolute, transcendent Reality that unites all differences in the ocean of His love. He is the light that inspires flowers to bloom. He is the breath of love behind the wind that undresses the trees in winter and adorns them with blossoms in spring. He is the power causing mountains to rise. He is the artist painting color into the cones of your eyes. He is the life behind all of nature. He is the One who squeezes a seed to create a tree, the One whose love changes stones into gold. ‘It is Allah who brought you out of your mothers’ wombs knowing nothing, and gave you hearing and sight and minds, so that you might be thankful’ (16:78). Allah is the creator of every scientific law, He is the One ‘who gave everything its form and function’ and then guided it into the embrace of His perfect plan (20:50). Allah is the forger of time, the molder of space, the weaver of souls, the turner of hearts, the One who creates everything in stages yet is beyond the limits of time. Life is created from His breath, the cosmos forms from the vibration of His speech, and love is birthed from the womb of His mercy. He is the One who said, ‘Be!’ to the vast nothingness, and existence sprouted into being. His words inspire light to break the darkness of nothing into the dawn of life. When the sun sets, when the stars become shy, when the moon hides behind clouds, He is the light that never dies. He is not the universe, He is the breath behind the expansion of space and time. God is not what the eyes see, but He is that which gives seeing to your eyes. He is not what hands can touch, He is that which inspires you to reach. God is the power behind all movement for ‘All in the heavens and the earth call upon Him, at every interval He is acting’ (55:29). He is the One who ‘created everything in pairs’ (51:49), so that you would come to realise that He alone is one. He is the One who is independent and yet everything is dependent upon Him...” — A. Helwa

#NeverWithoutYou Part 11 - My little son With each day passing, I started to love him more and more. I was like a wounded soul before, that Ali had healed with his beautiful moral and manners. I always sought what he liked, and tried my utmost best to be the centre of his love and satisfaction. I was brought up in a family with a good economy in which I never had to worry about money, so I couldn't suddenly ask him for greater things. He was only a simple student after all and I was worried to put him in trouble if I asked for too much. Or to make him ashamed for not being able to grant me my wishes. Although, he never said a no to me, and always did what he could for me, especially when he found out that I was pregnant. He became so happy that day, that tears joined in his eyes. From that day on he never allowed me to work the tiniest bit. And these traits of him made my father go insane. He always nagged in his ear that he’s giving me too much freedom. That women shouldn’t be having so much choice or freedom or else they'll become greedy. But Ali never listened to him. And everyday I tried my hardest with the houseworks as I wouldn’t want him to come home tired from work and start with the houseworks too. He requested me to not accept a single thing coming from others, especially food, even from my own father. And that I should have wudhu all the time. I was very obedient as well, I trusted him. 9 months passed, 9 months of happiness for me, but it didn’t have a happy ending. I gave birth when Ali wasn’t at home. My mother called my father to greet him with the happy news of his grandchild but as soon as my father found out that the child is a girl, with the anger in him he said, “You probably want a reward for your granddaughter too, coming from your daughter?”

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#NeverWithoutYou Part 10 - A delicious dinner He paused a few minutes, then looked me in the eyes. - Are you upset because of this, is this why you want to cry?, he asked. I couldn’t hold my tears anymore, so I burst out crying as I nodded yes and told him that the food had turned out really bad. As he was looking at me, he began laughing out loud. Seeing his laugh shocked my teary face. He then went and grabbed the tablecloth, prepared it and the food and began eating his dinner. He was eating in a way that you’d think it’s the most heavenly food ever. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and said, - Can you eat it? It’s too salty, how can you even swallow it? By asking him these questions, he started laughing again. - As you can see, I swallow it very easily. Plus it has become very tasty, thank you so much. - Are you making fun of me? - No I swear. I looked at him again very carefully. He was seriously eating it. So I decided to give it a try too. I gathered all my courage and went to put some on my plate. I thought maybe the rice was less salty, so if eating it together it’ll taste good. As soon as I placed the first spoon in my mouth I spit it out. But I controlled myself instantly, and brought the confident side of me back. Not only was the rice salty too, but it wasn’t even well cooked. It was nearly raw. I stared at him again, but he didn’t look back. - Mother told me that you can’t even cook omelette. He then looked up at me with his kind and loving smile. - You have done an amazing job, for this being your first time cooking. I first became angry at my mother for revealing me like that, but then I really felt embarrassed. I could perhaps say that for the first time— the girl that had always been courageous and brave started to understand the meaning of embarrassment.

“Karbala, I am a mountain of sorrow, returning back home with a heart full of arrows. Oh what arrows that brought pain upon this heart, they hit my son, but they shattered my heart Karbala, you know too well who I am, the daughter in law of Zahra I am I am Hussain’s beloved— family of Abu Turab, I am the mother of a martyr, I am Rubab Karbala, I witnessed my Hussain in pain— God’s curse be upon Harmala, who made my Hussain ashamed. I lost his footsteps, I don’t know where he left, from behind the tents, he walked, with our Asghar on his chest Karbala, you tell me where did he go, on which part of your soil, did my Asghar’s blood flow? I miss my son, tell me where did he go, where else can I cry, apart from the cradle that I know? Karbala, by the earth that trembled upon your land— I miss the master of my heart, who was slain on your sand. He used to compose me words, that rang in my ears— where is he now to comfort me and wipe away my tears? Karbala, a son, a daughter, a husband you stole. Take my soul too, let it be yours— for without Hussain my soul has no purpose— without Hussain, I find no candle in this darkness”

What would you tell Hussain?

من عاشقی را از خدا یاد گرفتم آن لحظه که گفت صد بار اگر توبه شکستی بازآ برگرد به من I learned how to love From God When He said Even if 100 times you broke the vow of repentance, return once again to me.

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#Wallpaper ”He was the lover of his mother, lover of Divine And like Zahra, he too was left without a shrine..”

“Fatima Zahra, was the ‘Light of his eyes.’ But now those eyes were closed forever; they would not greet her and her children anymore. Nor would she hear from his lips the voice of love and kindness bid her welcome home; they were silenced forever. For her, he was a father, a “mother,” a guardian angel, and Mercy of God upon earth. For her, he was the hub of existence itself.⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ For Muhammad, his daughter, Fatima, and her little family, were the epitome of all his love, his affections, his joys and his happiness. As long as he lived, he had treated her with the greatest respect, and had shown her the deference which is due only to a sovereign. But for him, she was far more than a sovereign. Of all the people he knew, she was the first and the foremost in his heart.⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ Now Fatima had only one wish – to meet her father in heaven. She realised this wish early – only ten weeks after his death...”