The Prophet (S) said, “I looked into Paradise and I saw that the majority of its people were the poor”

[Sahih Al-Bukhaari, no.3241].

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when you sat in a weird position for a long time and you move and then your foot feels like this


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How to do CPR.



That outta do it… 

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i love the sense of community in the classroom when you all know you failed the test

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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

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sooooooooooo cuteee

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I have the talent of getting tired without doing nothing

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Anonymous asked: Tons of people do go to BD and they all see the same thing you see as well. The difference is that they've all accepted it as in it's like a norm now. We all know what's happening and it's a given now that in poor countries there are people who struggle and that's that so I feel like people don't dwell on it as much then. Regardless, you're not being a wimp for caring about something that people have stopped giving importance to. You're helping those people by raising awareness mA :)) so dww man

i hope you’re right. may Allah always keep my intentions straight.


Anonymous asked: youre not a wimp. its tough but this is allah making you stronger so that one day the pain becomes a drive to help people around you.

yeah man i am a wimp. no one else acts like me. so many people have been to BD and have seen the same things as me. my cousins, friends, relatives. why am i being such a child about it. sigh idk. but i do hope this strengthens me because however much i say i cant do it anymore i really cant leave. i need to somehow figure out how to withstand seeing this everyday.

i know how bad this sounds but i cant do it anymore. i cant stay here in Bangladesh anymore. I can’t bear to see poor people left and right begging for money. I cant bare to have servants in the house doing simple tasks for me, not being able to go to school or do anything pretty much. i cant. i really cant. it hurts to see this on a daily basis. it hurts so much. and i cant explain it.

it really hurt the most today when we were stuck in a traffic jam a little before iftar today. a little boy maybe 5-7 years old came knocking on our window, begging for money. my mom taught me never to turn away a poor Muslim esp in the month of Ramadan so i told her to get money out and she started to open her bag. As soon as she got the money out and the window opened a little, the driver started driving really fast cuz the road opened up. the kid started running after out car, yelling “aunty please drop the money, just drop it”. omA i couldnt. I broke out into silent tears. this kid was risking his life for this little bit of money. he was freaking running beside a moving car. my mom dropped it and it flew into the middle of the road and the kid ran in front of tons of fast-moving cars to get it. this little baby did that. omA. that’s like equivalent to maybe a quarter in American money. A QUARTER. THIS KID RISKED HIS LIFE FOR A QUARTER. Even the homeless in NY wouldn’t do that. subhanAllah. i can’t i can’t. i can’t stand living here anymore and witnessing this anymore. It hurts so much. I dont think anyone can understand me when i say it’s literally heart wrenching pain.

Im a wimp. i know. i just cant handle seeing people like this anymore. one girl came up to the car, maybe my age, and looked into my eyes. I saw myself. I saw me wearing the same raggedy clothes knocking on the same window begging for money. with only one goal in mind: survive.

ya Allah. how do they live like this. how do they do it. May Allah grant them the highest level of Jannah for all their suffering. May Allah grant every single suffering person in this dunya the highest level of Jannah. these guys. some next level will power. May Allah preserve them All. Ameen.