
Can’t you see my whole life has been this way? I’ve been holding my heart in my hand showing it to every passer by, giving love away like it’s a handful of pennies..

Can’t you see my whole life has been this way? I’ve been holding my heart in my hand showing it to every passer by, giving love away like it’s a handful of pennies..
Please reblog this if you know, knew, or are someone who has battled any kind of cancer.
This song is called October by Callie Moore. Callie and her sisters lost their mother to breast cancer 18 years ago. She was only was only 8. She wrote and posted this song to YouTube over a year ago.
Callie writes music and sings. She says that her mothers love and integrity is what drives her to live, love, and make the amazing music that she does.
Like it says in the song, cancer is a heart in a stubborn man, and he teaches us something that nobody else can. I believe that what he is trying to teach us, is that, you should never take a precious moment, a person, or just a simple day of living for granted because you never know when it could be your’s or someone else’s last.
I rarely reblog this type of post, but this one is different. To me it is anyway. It has more substance than most, and it’s not a guilt trip waiting to happen.
The believer’s greatest argument is his face. True religion lights up
the face; false religion fills it with insecurity, rage and suspicion.
This is perceptible not only to insiders, but to anyone who maintains
some connection with unsullied primordial human nature in his heart.
The early conversions to Islam often took place among populations that
had no access to the language of the Muslims who now lived among them;
but they were no less profound in consequence. Religion is ultimately
a matter of personal transformation, and no amount of missionary work
will persuade people – with the occasional exception of the disturbed
and the desperate – unless our own transformation is complete enough
to be able to transform others.
Tim Winter (Abdal Hakim Murad)
In Damascus, everyone knows where the marketplace for clothing is. There are dozens of stores strung together selling virtually the same material and fashions. Not only are the stores together, but when the time for prayer comes, the merchants pray together. They often attend the same study circles, have the same shaykhs, and are best friends.
It used to be that one person sold enough for the day, he would shut down and go and allow others to get what they need. This is not make-believe or part of a utopian world. It happened. It is hard to believe that there were people like that on the planet. And they exist to this day, but to a lesser extent. They are now old, and their sons have not embraced the beauty of that way of doing business.”
Purification of The Heart, Hamza Yusuf. (via rootofthree)
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What goes around comes around…only when it comes around, it comes around twice as hard.
We make each other lonely, and then despise each other for seeming desperate! We take each other for granted and then feel self-pity for being taken for granted! The stupidity of it all! All seated in pride and arrogance. Our belief that we’re justified in feeling deserving but others should stop moaning and be more grateful!
The noise…the noise…the emptiness and the insanity…