Quotes & Sayings About Khadija

Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home. — Khadija Rupa

And they can't understand, what hurts more - Missing the other person, or pretending not to. — Khadija Rupa

What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words - Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart. — Khadija Rupa

Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn't really know you? — Khadija Rupa

Someday, even my existence would be felt. — Khadija Rupa

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places? — Khadija Rupa

But I hope you don't feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache.

Remember, you always will be. — Khadija Rupa

Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me there. — Khadija Rupa

Only to close these eyes
to sleep in the lap of love
and stay there forever. — Khadija Rupa

But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments. — Khadija Rupa

Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don't feel like reading anymore. — Khadija Rupa

The things you learn through your sadness, believe me, these are one of the best kind of lessons.

Happiness can never teach you any of that. — Khadija Rupa

If you want a Khadija, you gotta be a Muhammed — Boonaa Mohammed

There is a sad end I used to live
even before I knew
this is how I was meant to begin. — Khadija Rupa

To show you all my scars, is not to tell you that this Dunya would always leave you wounded, and bruised, and on knees, but to show you that see, healing is always possible. Healing is easy. Healing is beautiful. — Khadija Rupa

The loss of Abu Talib's protection was certainly demoralizing, if not detrimental to Muhammad's physical security. But returning home after one of his painfully violent revelatory experiences, or after suffering another indignity from the Quraysh - his head covered in dirt, his tunic defiled with blood - and not having Khadija there to wrap him in her cloak and hold him in her arms until the terror subsided must have been an unimaginable sorrow for the Prophet. — Reza Aslan

I feel the pain - everywhere. — Khadija Rupa

The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before. — Khadija Rupa

This is a girl you can't keep. You aren't allowed to. — Khadija Rupa

Ya Rabb, I was thinking my position later Hereafter. Could I side with the prince of the women Khadija al-Kubra who struggle with the treasure and his life? Hafsah bint Umar or defended by God when will the divorced because shawwamah (diligent fasting-ed) and qawwamahnyaI (diligent tahajud)? Or with Aisha who has memorized hadith early 3500, I was .... 500 Ehm not yet ... or at Umm Sulaym who shabiroh (patient) or with Asma who take care of him and denounced his son vehicles at rest from jihad ... or with whom huh. Ya Allah, please give them the strength to pursue amaliah worthy ... so I can meet them even conversed with them in your garden Firdaus — Yoyoh Yusroh

Through my seeking of what is beyond beautiful, of what is intriguing, of what is free from all imperfections and wrongs, I realise my soul is not from here.

I belong to a different place, from a different world, a different existence. — Khadija Rupa

From all my dreams where you felt everlasting
to all my clothes your words used to wear,
to the old end, to the new beginning,
you have lost me everywhere. — Khadija Rupa

Love has helped me to know God, but in a very selfish way.

I learned that if there is one source, only one source, through which I can get everything I love, then it is God. Only God.

By loving something or someone, this is who God became to me: a Giver; a Protector: a Helper. Nothing more. — Khadija Rupa

Cemetery of al-Baqi in Medina, they utterly destroyed the tombs of the Imams Hasan, Ali ibn Husayn, Muhammed ibn Ali, and Jafar, as well as the tomb of Fatima, the daughter of Muhammad. In Mecca, they destroyed the Cemetery of Mualla, where the ancestors of Muhammad and his first wife Khadija were buried. These prominent destructions were part of a pattern of violence that witnessed the Wahhabi Saudis smash buildings, tombs and mosques associated with the history of the Prophet and his family and which were venerated by Shia. — Jesse Harasta

My eyes always keep searching,
for something inexpressible,
above the far away sky.

I long to get lost,
inside the evening-twilight.

Silence always tickles me -
in a strange way;

I meet "me"
in the time between
sunset and darkness. — Khadija Rupa

It's a poem, of our love, that doesn't rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end. — Khadija Rupa

I didn't want a story - a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standing there in its real form. I don't know them. I don't want to. They too must not know me. They too must not recognise me as their owner. — Khadija Rupa

Just as the way sun is behind the moon's light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it.

And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories.

And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way. — Khadija Rupa

How could she be someone's mistake? — Khadija Rupa

In that silence, I dream to be. — Khadija Rupa

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings.

Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover.

And get hurt. — Khadija Rupa

If ever again, someone says to go to the market, where hearts are sold in exchange for melancholy souls, never would I go.

Never would I wait, if ever again someone says - not to. — Khadija Rupa

But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on. — Khadija Rupa

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you. — Khadija Rupa

She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores. — Khadija Rupa