Patience is to faith as what the head is to the body. When patience goes, faith goes, when the head goes, the body goes. Nothing hurts a good soul and a kind heart more than to live amongst people who cannot understand it. He covers his ears with his hands and wishes not for the first time, that he never agreed to come to this place.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my little sister,” Noah is saying to his phone, a flood of comments swimming across his screen. “She’s scarier than anyone and anything here. Uncle Hyunjin here is breathing as if he just ran for five hours.” As we celebrate the birth anniversary of Hazrat Ali, I wish that we are always there to seek blessings from Hazrat Ali and have a blessed life. There is no rest for the person who has envy, and there is no love for the person who has bad manners. Chan’s hand automatically goes to rub my shoulders, my bundled hands cold up against his chest as he presses a kiss to my cheek. “You look tired, sweetheart.”

There is no wealth like wisdom, no destitution like ignorance, no inheritance like refinement and no support like consultation. You try to take a deep breath, but it falters as you realise he’s read your expression completely correctly. You don’t want to be here, you haven’t in a very long time. But you can’t tell him that … you’ve only just met. I - never mind,” he says, shaking his head as a smile causes the corners of his lips to twitch. “About time though.” Jeongin tuts. He raises his hand rapidly, pretending to hit the clown as he adopts an old tone to his voice. Am not,” he bats my hand away, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re the beautiful one.”

The seventeen year old in question suddenly throws his arm around the clown, and he grins his perfect grin at the camera. “Say hi to the clown, guys.” You’re so hot,” Chan giggles to himself as he reads the words off of his screen. “That my zipper is falling for you.” I know baby, I know,” Chan hums, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. “Let me try and get dressed, and we can chill together, sound good?” Dialling her best friend’s number, she cradles the phone to her ear as if it’s a precious piece of fine bone china. And in a way, it is, to her, for it is the only source of happiness she has. The only item that allows her to have some sort of stable connection to the people she loves most. To the people who are actually her family.

You’re my Duplicate

The clown jumps down the corridor towards the rest of the group. He stops at Jeongin who is watching the actor in disdain, exhaustion already spreading across his eyes.

Whenever a person conceals a thing in his heart it manifests itself through unintentional words from his tongue and (in) the expressions of his face. Thanks Y/N, you’re the best!” Changbin guffawed as he grabbed the sushi. He ran to their table in excitement and Y/N snorted with quiet laughter at his enthusiasm. “Oh - we promise!” Try to be honest for Allah is the helper of honest people, avoid telling lies since it will ruin your faith. Know that honest people are on the verge of nobility and honour, while liars are on the verge of collapse and destruction. The best revenge is to improve yourself. I always like to dress up, you know what I’m saying? Put on nice, expensive clothes. But before it was even ‘drip,’ I used to be, like, ‘swag.’” ― Gunna•You can’t wish for something you already have,” Chan winks, before pulling out a thin t-shirt and shorts from his drawers. Whoever wants to be a leader should educate himself before educating others. Before preaching to others, he should first practice himself. Whoever educates himself and improves his morals is superior to the man who tries to teach and train others. You rude thing … ” Jeongin scolds the clown, making Chan burst into laughter from behind him. “Is that how you talk to your elders? Just wait until I put you in my soup.” Aren’t you eating?” Y/N asked suddenly. The bridge of her nose was pink, Chan’s gaze causing heat to rise up in her cheeks.