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Sitta shawwal 6/6 ✅️ Alhamdulilah.

The last time my Dad was going to force me into attending my cousin wedding against my wish, I travelled the previous day, I told him on phone that I’m in Osogbo as I needed to attend an impromptu project, came back on Monday. No! Our parents cannot always be right!

Oh she turned 33 years old last year with no man at all in sight? Yikes. Time flies eh? Is that why her horrible insults at ‘Muslim men’ over the last 2 years have reduced? Listen, I may be wrong sha 🤷🏾‍♂️ Well, you must not remove that “Feminist” from your bio o. If you do, I will scream! Leave it there with your chest till the end 💀 Muslim men are trash ✊🏾 Oya na 🫵🏾

I don’t know who this person is, but it’s clear he understands absolutely nothing about the nature of women. When a woman feels secure, comfortable, and at peace in her relationship with her husband, she talks. A lot. Thiss her nature. For a woman, talking is how she organizes her emotions, sheds the stress, and finds tranquility. Real men understands this, and creates a sanctuary for her to speak. A woman’s silence is a sign that she hasn't been heard, hasn't been understood, or that she no longer feels safe enough with that man or she doesn't have any love for him. One of the clearest signs of a woman's love for you is her desire to exhaust every topic, to prolong the sitting, and to let her speech lean toward you. We have the best example in the porphet ﷺ. He would sit with our mother Aisha as she recounted long, detailed stories, like the famous Hadith of Umm Zar'. He listened with genuine attention, and responded with affection. Thats the pinnacle of peace for a wife. It seems men today can't find a way to express their "masculinity" except by belittling women, mocking their nature, or demanding their silence. And I'd like to add that speaking over a husband or not letting him talk is poor manners, that’s not what I’m defending. I am defending the natural, talkative state of a woman who loves her husband and feels safe in his shade. And I would like to share the Hadith of Umm Zar' with you so that you may enjoy reading it, its a very beautiful hadith. Aisha (may الله be pleased with her) narrated to the Prophet ﷺ: Eleven women sat together and contracted a covenant that they would not conceal anything regarding their husbands. The First said: My husband is like the meat of a lean camel, atop a rugged mountain; it is not easy to climb, nor is the meat fat enough to be worth moving. The Second said: I will not broadcast my husband's news, for I fear I will never finish. If I mention him, I must mention his hidden and manifest faults. The Third said: My husband is a tall "stilt"; if I speak I am divorced, and if I stay silent I am left suspended (neither divorced nor treated as a wife). The Fourth said: My husband is like the night of Tihama; neither hot nor cold, no fear and no boredom. The Fifth said: My husband, if he enters the house, he is a leopard (sleeping/quiet), and if he goes out, he is a lion (brave), and he does not ask about what he has entrusted (he is generous and not nitpicky). The Sixth said: My husband, if he eats, he finishes everything; if he drinks, he leaves nothing; and if he lies down, he wraps himself alone and does not even stretch out a hand to know my sorrow. The Seventh said: My husband is a simpleton (or impotent), every disease is in him. He would either crack your head, or wound you, or do both to you. The Eighth said: My husband has the touch of a rabbit and the scent of Zarnab (a fragrant plant). The Ninth said: My husband has a lofty pillar (high status), a long sword-belt (tall and brave), much ashes (extremely generous in cooking for guests), and his house is near the meeting place of the people. The Tenth said: My husband is Malik, and what is Malik? Malik is better than all that. He has many camels that stay mostly at home and rarely go to pasture; when they hear the sound of the lute, they realize they are about to be sacrificed for guests. The Eleventh (Umm Zar') said: My husband was Abu Zar', and what is Abu Zar'? He filled my ears with ornaments and my arms with fat (he fed me well). He gladdened me until I felt proud of myself. He found me among a poor family of a few sheep, and placed me among owners of horses, camels, and tillers of the land. With him, I speak and I am not rebuked; I sleep until the morning; and I drink until my thirst is quenched. She then went on to praise his mother, his son, his daughter, and even his servant girl for their excellent character and generosity. Then she mentioned that Abu Zar' eventually met another woman and divorced her to marry the new one. Umm Zar' married a noble man afterward who was also generous, but she concluded by saying: "If I gathered everything my second husband gave me, it would not reach the smallest vessel of Abu Zar'!" The Prophet ﷺ, after listening to this long, elaborate story, did not tell her she spoke too much. Instead, he comforted her and said: "I am to you like Abu Zar' was to Umm Zar'." In another narration, he added: "Except that I will never divorce you." (Source: Sahih al-Bukhari, 5189)

Reason why I’m not attending Their mum is my mum’s elder sister, so we are cousins. My mum is the last born in her family, and i grew up very close to them. I even stayed with them for a while. The twins are five years older than me, and they’ve always been like brothers to me. However, they did something that really hurt me. We both gained admission into the same university together. They got their admission late for some reason, which is why we ended up starting at the same time. One of the twins was given Accounting,the course they both wanted,but the other twin was given a different course. Fast forward to our convocation day: my mum was sick and my dad had travelled. I was already working at a showroom at the time because I needed money for my NYSC. Before convocation, they paid for their gowns and collected theirs. They have three sisters abroad who are doing well, while I’m the first born in my family and carry a lot of responsibility. I couldn’t afford to pay for my clearance and gown immediately, so I was waiting for my salary. By the time I paid, it was late and I wasn’t given my convocation gown. Meanwhile, they collected theirs and did a photoshoot with their family. After their photo shoot, I called and asked if I could borrow their gown so I could also do my own photo shoot. They refused and said they were taking it to school for pictures. I told them, “But you guys already did your shoot.” I begged them, but they still refused to lend it to me. I was really hurt. On our convocation day, when I arrived at school, I couldn’t even enter because of the heavy crowd and traffic. I had to stay outside with my friend. She had also paid for her gown but wasn’t given one either. We both walked around looking for someone who could lend us a gown so we could at least take some pictures. The person we eventually borrowed a gown from didn’t even allow us to use it for more than a minute before she collected it back. At the end of the day, the only picture I managed to take was blurry because we were rushing. It hurt even more when I heard that my cousin and his parents celebrated his convocation in a big way,they cooked, invited friends, and made it a memorable occasion. I felt left out, but I just looked away. When it was time for NYSC, I had already been working for a year. I wanted to register for mine and asked if they could give me the contact of the person who helped them with their direct posting. They had gotten direct posting to Ibadan, and I also wanted Ibadan or Osun. But they refused until I was posted to benue Since then, we stopped talking. That was in 2022. Until now, I don’t use WhatsApp anymore. But whenever I post something on Telegram, they’re always the first person to view it. So I just assumed they didn’t want to talk to me. In January, my mum told me that one of them wants to do a wedding, but they didn’t tell me themselves. That’s why I don’t want to attend. My mum has been begging me to go but I won’t

Please recommend a junction or busstop I can go and sit down and think about my life in Ibadan?? Very urgent please

I muted so many accounts long ago because They talk too much, always having opinions and in every business. Recently, when I resumed using Twitter fully, I thought it was all good, so I unmuted. Only to for me to realize that it was just Ramadan.