hystericarosie:

here are two bunnies using another bunny as a couch

hystericarosie:

here are two bunnies using another bunny as a couch

Wednesday Jul 7 @ 05:48pm

The Prophet (PBUH) said, “Whoever established prayers on the night of Qadr out of sincere faith and hoping for a reward from Allah, then all his previous sins will be forgiven; and whoever fasts in the month of Ramadan out of sincere faith, and hoping for a reward from Allah, then all his previous sins will be forgiven.”

(Narrated By Abu Huraira. Sahih Bukhari: Volume 003, Book 031, Hadith Number 125.)

Wednesday Jul 7 @ 05:48pm
Tuesday Jul 7 @ 11:59pm
Monday Jul 7 @ 01:13am

“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…
but you do have some say in 
who hurts you. I like my choices.”

Friday Jul 7 @ 11:59pm

Friday Jul 7 @ 11:58pm
Friday Jul 7 @ 11:53pm

8-mins:

onlylolgifs:

baby tastes salt and vinegar chips

Friday Jul 7 @ 11:53pm
euphfleure:

co-rals:

polymer:



It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

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euphfleure:

co-rals:

polymer:


It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

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Friday Jul 7 @ 11:51pm
Friday Jul 7 @ 11:23pm

aysekoc2120:

It’s easy to lose sight of some of life’s simple pleasures when you’re mired in the politics of a land you’re forbidden to enter. But every now and again we deserve to be reminded of just how beautifully the sea sparkles in the Gaza Strip, or just how high the rainbows over the West Bank’s grassy hills can go, or just how easy it is to visualize the earthy way of life in villages wiped away in 1948.

Source: Sixteen Minutes to Palestine

May Allah protect Holy Lands.

Wednesday Jul 7 @ 08:34pm
Wednesday Jul 7 @ 06:56am
Presentingggg…

Our BLACK & WHITE chocolate chip cookies! this jar full of scrumptious happiness is perfect for snacking and nibbling, or as gifts for your loved ones. 
Om nom nom 🍪🍪🍪

#homebaked #chocolatechip #cookies #jars #love
 (at Taman Desa Skudai, Johor Bahru)

Presentingggg…

Our BLACK & WHITE chocolate chip cookies! this jar full of scrumptious happiness is perfect for snacking and nibbling, or as gifts for your loved ones.
Om nom nom 🍪🍪🍪

#homebaked #chocolatechip #cookies #jars #love
(at Taman Desa Skudai, Johor Bahru)

Wednesday Jul 7 @ 11:06pm

arifology:

Ya allah, give me strength. 

Strength to hold on to my faith,

Strength to hold on to my destiny,

Strength to hold on to my beliefs,

Strength to get over my past,

Strength to believe in my future,

Strength to withstand the present,

Strength to endure trials,

and

Strength to have trust in your plans.

Wednesday Jul 7 @ 03:02am
Europe: iPhone or Samsung?
Africa: Water or bread?
Syria: Living or death?
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