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Abdullah Khan

@AbdullahTwts

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Muhsin
Muhsin@Muatex·
Music according to the correct understanding of Islam is unequivocally forbidden. The Prophet (ﷺ) said "From among my followers there will be some people who will consider...the use of musical instruments, as lawful." sunnah.com/bukhari:5590 Islam prohibits listening to musical instruments with specific exceptions. islamqa.info/en/answers/500…
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Mohamed
Mohamed@mohamediting·
POV: You're a Muslim Video Editor in 2026
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Abdullah Khan
Abdullah Khan@AbdullahTwts·
@mohamediting Not a muslim scholars but nowhere there’s mentioned music is haram. Only music which contains lies and shirk is haram. There was a wedding of a companion of Prophet SAW where he suggest the host that they should’ve also bought a singer since it’s a special occasion.
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paolo trivellato
paolo trivellato@paolo_scales·
I'm building the MOST goated content team in the world Specifically ghostwriters If you know anyone that's cracked or you think you are that person, DM me Willing to pay good money
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paolo trivellato
paolo trivellato@paolo_scales·
looking to hire linkedin/X ghostwriters to join my agency fulfilment team full training provided but you must have previous experience send me a DM with real examples of posts you've created
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Simon Squibb
Simon Squibb@simonsquibb·
He’s going to remember this for life…
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Abdullah Khan
Abdullah Khan@AbdullahTwts·
didn't think of coming back to X, but i just can't keep myself away from action. locked in for 2026.
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Abdullah Khan
Abdullah Khan@AbdullahTwts·
@esterezw @vitofiorello note: that’s NOT hijab and Islam doesn’t allow women to show their hair to non-family members modesty in Islam is way different than modern society
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esther
esther@esterezw·
@vitofiorello her the only example of self worth you give is a woman wearing a hijab
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green
green@vitofiorello·
I’m not impressed by revealing outfits. I’m impressed by self-worth. Peak elegance.
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Rita
Rita@ritamartiin·
Ladies night out
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JN Jack | Cold Email
JN Jack | Cold Email@jn_jackk·
Thinking about taking VC money? I've built a database of 5,000+ micro VCs and angel investors who write $50k-$250k checks. All with verified emails, investment thesis, and recent portfolio companies. Want access? Like this post Comment "SEED" Follow me so I can DM you the link I'll send it over ASAP.
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Sohail
Sohail@sohailscales·
enjoyed watching Dillon Davis beaten up by the Dagestani crew yesterday in UFC 322 🤣
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Meet Rajgor
Meet Rajgor@meetMrajgor·
Time to switch up the PFP. Started with a colorful background cuz that was the move back then. Ready for something with more... presence. A or B? 👇
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Alfie Carter
Alfie Carter@AlfieJCarter·
I've made $398,472 from LinkedIn outreach. I've spent 100+ hours creating a guide that covers my EXACT strategy. Companies pay $5k+ for this info. But I'm giving it away for free. Reply "BIBLE" + follow for access
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JN Jack | Cold Email
JN Jack | Cold Email@jn_jackk·
Grab my new automation that makes me $100k/month - Runs by itself - Books 150+ calls monthly in my sleep Want it for free? 1. Like + Repost 2. Comment "Calls"
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⋆PRINCESS⋆@DSavvyDesigner·
I've been frozen since i was 7yrs old i'm 21 now, and i'm still standing in the same spot, watching everyone else move forward while i can't seem to take a single step seems like life kept me at a particular time-lapse which i can't seem to step away from all i can do is stare... the same way i stare at my laptop screen at 1AM... the same way i stare at my phone with 58 tweet drafts i'll prolly never post... the same way i stare at my half written doc that's been titled "Final Copy" for the 20th time, mocking me every time i open it... the same way i stare at the profiles of people who started when i did and are now buying their first apartments and launching their third business while i'm calculating if i can afford both toilet paper and rice this week i refresh their pages like i'm checking a wound "look at what you could've been" my brain whispers "look at what you're already failing to become" And in the background of my spiral, i can hear my mum in the sitting room. the TV playing through the same news loop she falls asleep to because silence makes her think about bills nothing ever changes in here... my bedroom still has the same chipped paint from when i was seven, same water stain on the ceiling shaped like a handprint, same feeling that i'm supposed to be becoming someone by now... but becoming costs money, and money is a language my family was never taught to speak They don't tell you that being born poor means you're not just starting behind... you're running a completely different race one where the finish line moves further away every time you get close. While my mates were taking piano lessons and building portfolios of their "creative journey", i was learning what my mum's hands looked like when they wrinkled from constant work & the reality that continuously carved itself into my bones, that dreams are a luxury item. while they were "finding themselves" on gap years in thailand, I was finding out what it's like to have a dream and no money to feed it i watched my mum choose between electricity and dinner, watched her wear the same coat for eleven winters, watched her cry in the kitchen at 2AM when she thought i was asleep, her body folded over the table like something broken, and I remember thinking... "i will never let u down & i will make this worth it" So when i told her i wanted to pursue my passion, she looked at me with eyes so tired they'd forgotten what hope looked like "honey," she said, and her voice had this quality to it, like something dying quietly, "dreams are for people who can afford to fail and we can't even afford to hope" that sentence moved into my body... made a home there & started paying rent in my chest I learned to make my dreams smaller after that i made them more 'realistic' killed them before they could disappoint anyone learned perfectionism not as a personality trait but as a survival mechanism because when u can't afford to try twice, u have to get it right the first time except "right" became "perfect" and "perfect" became "flawless" and "flawless" became "impossible" and "impossible" became exactly where i've lived for the last 3 yrs I've written the first draft of a copy 12 times. i've redesigned the same website over and over because i couldn't decide if the layout was exactly right. i've recorded videos i've never posted because my hair looked wrong or the lighting made me look tired... which i am, i'm so f*king tired the kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix, that lives in your bones and makes u feel insignificant... but i can't let anyone see that I've stood at the edge of my life, toes curling over the cliff of actually trying, and every single time... every single time... i'd step back because what if i jump and people laugh? what if i'm not good enough? what if i prove my poverty right... that i was never supposed to escape & that i'm exactly where i belong? what if the world sees me and decides i'm not worth seeing? and i know what you're thinking... i can hear it already, the advice that comes so easy to people who've never been afraid of their own potential: Just do it. Stop overthinking. Embrace imperfection. Everyone starts somewhere. Done is better than perfect. You're your own worst enemy... but u don't understand what it's like when your brain is both the prison and the guard when every decision feels like it could be the one that proves u were right to be afraid when you've spent so long building yourself into something bulletproof that you've forgotten how to move you don't understand what it's like to be so terrified of being seen that you'd rather be invisible to have so much inside u and watch it rot because you're too scared to let it breathe I'm watching others sign their first brand deals... get promotions... move into apartments their parents didn't co-sign... build entire empires while i'm still trying to finish a logo and i'm not just sad about it... i'm furious jealous in a way that makes my chest tight and then i'm ashamed of being jealous, which makes me feel even more inferior, like i'm not even entitled to my own anger meanwhile, i'm having a panic attack at 7AM because i posted something and got 3 likes instead of 300 and suddenly i'm exposed... like everyone can see i'm not worth their attention. i feel persecuted by my own notifications i'm sobbing in the shower because someone left a comment that was 90% supportive but 10% critical, and that 10% will loop in my brain for the next 6yrs like a song i can't forget. i'm afraid to check my emails... i'm afraid to answer my phone. i'm afraid to exist loudly enough that someone might notice i'm not doing enough or becoming enough. i'm just a girl who wants to feel free... to stop apologizing for taking up space and to stop feeling like i need permission just to breathe that's it! that's the whole dream... not fame just the feeling that i'm allowed to take up space without apologizing for it but every time i reach for it, something rips it away every time i set a goal or say "this time will be different"... life laughs and sets my progress on fire, and i'm left standing there feeling ridiculed, like the universe is in on a joke i'll never understand every time i build momentum, the universe finds a new way to kneecap me. my laptop breaks when i'm finally ready to launch. my mum gets sick when i'm about to start. i get sick when she's finally okay. then the opportunity disappears... I'm so unlucky it's almost funny except i'm too bitter to laugh and too violated by my own circumstances to find the joke People keep telling me i have time that 21 is still young and still early enough to achieve success but it doesn't feel that way not when i see people younger than me... literal teenagers... achieving more and already building empires while i'm still stuck at square one it feels like the next time i blink, i'm gonna be 30 and still be at square one, because that's exactly what's been happening since i was 16... five yrs gone, and i'm still... nothing i don't knw if time is the problem or i am... because time keeps moving and i'm stuck, like i'm watching my own life through a window i can't break Everyone else is living in full color while i'm grayscale and numb to my own life still waiting for permission from a version of myself that might never arrive because she doesn't exist... or does she? what if i'm just too scared to meet her? maybe she's been here all along, and i just keep refusing to look at her... the worst part is... i feel like i'm the one doing this to myself, and that makes me feel even more ashamed, like i'm the villain in my own story. i feel like i'm the one holding the knife. it feels like i'm the one that keeps choosing perfection over progress & fear over everything that could make me feel alive but i physically, spiritually, and molecularly cannot stop... i'm paralyzed, like my body's already decided i'm not worth saving it's like i'm trapped in someone else's hands and they're dragging me across concrete and i can feel my face peeling off but i can't scream or move... i can't do anything but wait for it to end so here i am twenty-one haunted by a potential i can't seem to reach mourning a life i haven't even tried to live yet still frozen... still helpless... like i've been all along ---------- But, one day... ---------- something changed... i was lying in bed at 3AM, doing my usual refresh and compare routine, when my mum knocked on my door she never knocks at 3AM! "I can hear u thinking through the walls," she said she eased the door open and peered inside and then she sat on my bed and asked what i was doing awake by that time "i could ask u the same" i replied she stared at me for like a couple seconds and exhaled a faint sigh then she muttered "i'm sorry" "for what" i said "i noticed u have been distant lately. you barely speak to anyone and i can tell that something is wrong" she replied "nothing's wrong mum, i'm fine" i replied back "what about that design work you said you were gonna start, how did it go?" she asked i replied: "i'm still working on it..." she lay out another sigh "you know what i regret most? not that i couldn't give you piano lessons, trips or a better house. i regret teaching you that you had to be perfect to deserve anything" she said tears dropped down her eyes as she continues speaking... "You think you're stuck, but honey, you're not stuck, you're just scared... and i made you that way. i'm so sorry" (we both got emotional) and for the first time in my life, i realized something that made my chest crack open she's been waiting... all this time, while i've been frozen, perfecting, overthinking... she's been waiting for me to move for the first time in years, i felt something other than fear. not hope exactly... i'm not there yet but maybe... permission? like, what if i stopped needing to earn my right to try? what if i let myself be bad at something, just once, just to see what happens? what if the person i've been waiting for permission from... has been waiting for me to give it to myself?
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Sean Canela
Sean Canela@seancanela·
we just hit 6,000 followers! ...for the 6th time this is starting to feel like that speed meme where people keep unsubscribing right before he hits a milestone eternal pain. p.s. the guy in my banner is not that particular failed painter from austria, please stop sending me dms about it
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Christian
Christian@cbwritescopy·
We have a cold email campaign that's produced 600 positive replies over the past 12 months with ONE SCRIPT Infinite TAM, winning copy, 99.25% deliverability Drop a comment below and I'll send you the script 👇
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