Sometimes theres no cure for sadness except crying to Allah. Because you’re crying to One who can change impossible to possible.
Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
This one time I tripped
this one time i jumped over a wall
This one time I baked
This one time I failed to pop a wheelie on my bike
This one time I failed to correctly use an escalator…
This one time I tried doing a trick on a basketball and fell.
This one time I was brushing my teeth while looking at the mirror and the sink in my bathroom fell on my left thigh
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.