keepsake blog

I'm having a flight to my cousin's hometown soon to attend her wedding, and trauma of flights hadn't escaped me yet, so to calm me down I'll write to you my favourite hadith.

p.s. Please pray for me a safe flight; to there and back here.

“If you ask, then ask of Allah, and if you seek help, then seek it from Allah. And know that if the whole of the nation were to rally together in order to bring benefit to you in anything, they would not benefit you except with that which Allah has written for you. And if they were to gather together in order to inflict harm upon you with something, they would not harm you except with that which Allah has written upon you. The pens have been raised and the pages have dried.”

-Prophet (peace be upon him)

Everything occurs according to what has been decreed. Coincidence may be a word existing, but Islam proved there was no such thing. Nothing in the Universe happens except through Allah's knowledge, and thus everything happens for a reason (and we don't need to know most of them).

I'm not going to tell you to not be sad, because I know how it had hurt me, so I will give you another of my favourite hadith, in hope you will be happier:

“Every matter that Allah decrees for His slave is better for him.” 

You can call me Keeto, but maybe that's not my real name, but that doesn't matter, I'm mostly writing to save someone's life i.e. you.

You're 15 with thoughts brighter than the all the Northern Skies, eyes deeper than the Indian oceans, and even if you are bleeding mentally now or your acceptance is leaking from every inch of your heart, you're still awfully wonderful. And you need to believe in that, because there's no such reason to not.

I'll always be waiting for you and I'll be there for you until my heart is black and blue. You're a lot happier and accepting today, I like how you think so much about the skies that they haven't been crying that much anymore. That's another thing to keep you staying, right?

You call me through your phone not speaking sometimes, just breathing and a little humming because you love being reckless and calling people to make sure things are okay. I remember your lips pressed at your phone when you called me at 2 in the morning, just to let me know that you are grateful that I have found you, when really, you found me.

Où je t'ai dit, “I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you.” 

-MK

It is 2015. Meaning; a year with more pleasing experience, the year I'm most probably moving away from ATC, the year with no depression, the year I am growing up, a year where I won't be lazy Inshallah, the year where I will make more (and I mean more) friends, the year where I will finally meet you you you and you, a year where maybe -hopefully- I can finally finish writing a story which will be wonderful and published with raging popularity, and the year where I will develop more love as I have been very unloved in 2014.

I would like to beforehand thank you, to all readers, to all viewers, to all friends, to all enemies, to all inspiration, to all family members and definitely to Allah for a very entertaining 2014. Thank you for building me up, no matter how crooked it had been.

I hope you will have a very wonderful 2015 as you have (no matter how horrendous) in 2014. Take care!

Love always,

Zee