Down to the ground, lower than low-awful <—doesn’t even begin to describe how i feel right now. The bad thing is…..i have no one i can talk to. I literally have little to no connection with my family or “friends”. The people i consider to be the closet to me, don’t know anything about me. The world is constantly caving in on me and i have no one to——-
I’m so selfish. For some reason I often forget I always have someone. I always have Allah. He provides everything for me-my clothes, my food, my house, my health, my sight, my mind, my everything….I don’t know why it takes times like these for me to really understand & grasp this.
Forgive me Allah, i am not worthy of your blessings but you continue to bless me. Thank you Allah, for allowing to me to see the light (Islam). Sometimes i get so wrap up in this world and i forget my true purpose: to worship you and only you & to live by your rules.
Preston Winslow meets Tim Tebow (x)
reblogging again because this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen
R.I.P. Preston Winslow
The cancer-stricken, four year old from Durham who got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet his hero, Tim Tebow, died Saturday afternoon.













