Late night in library. Should be studying. Yeee
#too much tea for Mahdi
I’m done eating sweets, inshaAllah. From now on my only desserts are going to be fruit. Bismillah
#I had to tell someone
Today I was late for class cuz of a mishap at the parking lot near the bus station. And after going all the way home to drop off my car and get a ride back to the bus, I just sat and thought SubhanAllah what a hardhship. Then It hit me that I had two options. Either 1 be angry at what happened or just pateintly wait and be content with Allah’s decree. Alhamdulillah I chose the later. The bus eventually came and I eventually got to class and I was late (not as late as I thought I’d be tbh) but alhamdulillah my friends save me a spot in the front of the class near the prof. And you know what? That was the best class I’ve been in this whole semester. The prof would ask questions and Id answer them cuz of how close I was to her. I didnt fall asleep. I actually (alhamdulliah) understood what was going on, Alhamdulilah no doubt the patient get their reward in full.
Those outfits you wished you saved for jumuah.
Today in my lab my lab partner and I (who I will from now on call Rman) were working away and some girl from a bench nearby was walking by. She smelled the air and said something smells good. I inhaled and said I didnt smell anything and then guess what? Guess what?! She smelled my chest. Like what the jahanam. Then she’s like “Your shirt smells good. Must be the washer.” Me in my head: “Is this haram? Astaghfirullah. What’s going on?! I probably smell like sweat doe (cuz I was 2 mins late and was freaking out that the TA might call me out).”
All in all, guys and gals, dont smell ppls chests (especially you, guys). Unless they’re a significant other then by all means smell their feet too.
#i thought id share