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كتلك راح اروح فرحو الشمات ما يدرون اروحن فدوه لعيونك (s) تقييم الدلال يم محمدكم الساطي اقيم قناتك وشكلك ومنشورك ووويوو كلشي انته بس وجه والباقي على عمك اخذك احصائيات مموجه ماعندك شي يمي اردها @Uc18m7BOT قناتي @peperero

There are wounds that can never be spoken of, and tears that settle deep within the soul, unable to find their way to the eyes. A person may appear calm and peaceful, while somewhere deep inside, there is a brokenness that no one knows about. They walk among people with a quiet face, carrying within their heart a weight far too heavy for words to describe. Some sorrows do not simply pass; they become a part of us. We grow older, and they grow with us. We learn how to hide them from the world, how to smile while something inside us is quietly falling apart. Not everyone who remains silent is truly okay. Sometimes, silence is the only thing left for a heart exhausted by loss and worn down by longing. And perhaps the cruelest kind of pain is the one we learn to live with. The kind that does not scream, but quietly changes us. We become strangers to the people we once were, carrying memories we cannot forget and feelings we cannot explain.

Sadness has taken over my life and stolen the peace within my soul. I no longer know how to fight it or how to explain what I feel. I simply remain silent, carrying everything inside me, pretending that I am fine while a part of me quietly falls apart.

Freedom is not the absence of chains, but the freedom of the soul from everything that diminishes it. Justice is not merely giving everyone what they deserve; it is refusing to become unjust, even when injustice would be easier. Self-sufficiency is not loneliness, but the quiet realization that you can stand alone without feeling incomplete. And perhaps the deepest form of freedom is to love God without needing the world to understand you. When the heart finds its meaning in Him, it no longer begs for validation, fears solitude, or measures its worth by the opinions of others. It simply becomes at peace—with itself, with life, and with the One who created it .

ولَقد رأيتُك في مَنامِيَ رُؤيةً ‏ما زلتُ أُغمِضُ رَاجيًا تكرارَها

عايشين 🃏

ورجوتُ عيني أن تَكفَّ دمُوعها يومَ الوداعِ نشدتُها لا تَدمعي أغمِضتُها كي لا تفيض فأمطرت ايقنتُ أني لستُ أملك مَدمعي ورأيتُ حلماً انني ودَّعتُهم فبكيت مِن ألم الحنين وهُم معي مُرَ عليَّ بأنِ أودع زائرًا كيفَ الذين حملتُهم في أضلُعي؟

رمضان كريم

الصلاة ليست مجرد أوقاتٍ نؤديها، بل هي لحظة عودة صادقة إلى الله، وسكونٌ يطمئن به القلب بعد تعبٍ طويل. هي اللقاء الذي نخلع فيه هموم الدنيا، ونقف فيه خاشعين لنستمد القوة والسكينة قال تعالى: "إِنَّ الصَّلَاةَ تَنْهَىٰ عَنِ الْفَحْشَاءِ وَالْمُنكَرِ" فهي نورٌ للطريق، وراحةٌ للروح، وبابٌ لا يُغلق أبدًا لمن قصد الله بقلبه.