Acting humble for people's praise is one of the most dangerous forms of riyaa (showing off).

Many sisters complain that people don't want to marry them unless they stop wearing hijab. No man is worth your hijab, and a real man wouldn't request you to take it off in the first place.

The sign of a beautiful person is that they always see beauty in others.

Never forget the favors done for you. Always forget the favors you’ve done for others.

When Allah loves you, He places the love of you in the hearts of the people whose love is worth having.

When you forget that you need Allah, He puts you in a situation that causes you to call upon him. And that's for your own good.

What you see in other people is a reflection of yourself. A person of goodness sees goodness in others and a person of evil sees evil in others.

Wake up knowing that Allah is greater than any obstacle you may face today.

Sometimes you don't realize how special something is until you lose it. Thats how I feel about Ramadan every year.

When people wear you out, spend some time in isolation with Allah and your relationship with Him will improve as well as with the people.

Your true friends dont shy away from keeping you in check because your wellbeing is more important to them than even your friendship and they'd rather risk offending you than watch you harm yourself.

We all were courageous in the starting moments, few of us stayed courageous till the final moments and the world called them successful men.

Grief leads you to believe that life will never be ordinary again, and it never really will be for it is made extraordinary as it is touched and transformed by our greatest loves and deepest losses.

My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.

As the nation-state has monopolized habeas corpus … on balance we have far more people in prison, federal and state, than ever.

Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.

The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither: the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future has not yet thinned out.

The true novelist is one who understands the work as a continuous poem, is a myth-maker, and the wonder of the art resides in the endless different ways of telling a story.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

I make records with an open mind, I always have.

Faith doesn't wait until it understands; in that case it wouldn't be faith.