Mrs_Ann

This Laylatul Qadr, some Muslims are crying in sujood because of sins they cannot seem to escape. Some are addicted to things they hate. Some are ashamed of their past. Ya Allah, tonight grant them sincere tawbah, break every chain of sin, and replace their darkness with guidance.

People: ‘Why are you always reading books?’ Me: ‘Why are you not?’

Read books. Read both fiction and non-fiction. Read diverse genres. Read long-form essays. Read banned literature. Listen to audiobooks. Read ebooks. Just read. Reading is essential. Literacy is power. Be obsessed with learning. You will never fall behind.

Everyone has their own sins. Maybe yours aren't drinking, clubbing, or adultery. Maybe yours is simply thinking you're better than them. Arrogance and ego, just like Iblis.

Today carries deep meaning. Ramadan and Lent begin as The Gambia marks another year of independence. Faith, freedom, and unity go hand in hand. To my clients and future clients, Ramadan Kareem, Blessed Lent, and Happy Independence. #JulaMusso #Gambia #Unity

When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.

My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS. That is, I live with sickle cell disease. My parents are both AS. Oh, they They knew. They were told. They still married. They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences. I am the consequence. I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear. In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different. By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat. At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell. We were both SS. That day changed me forever. My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…” But the damage had already been done. Sometimes I forgive them. Sometimes I resent them deeply. Both feelings live in me. In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior. What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode. They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate. And Relationships? That’s another wound. I’ve been loved… briefly. The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly. One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested. Then one day, he stopped calling. That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed. Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other. I am strong, yes. But I am tired. If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that I didn’t ask to be a lesson. But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters. That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!. Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻

Male - XY Female - XX The father (XY) determines the sex of the baby, not the mother (XX). If he donates his "Y", child is male. If he donates his "X", child is female. Y’all please stop victimising mothers.

Too many young Muslims brothers who have issues like drinking and clubbing are being pushed to marry religious girls because their family feels they’ll fix them. No one’s daughter is responsible for your son to fix, your son needs to sort his own self out.

Au Sénégal, la majorité des femmes est à géométrie variable. Toujours trop jeunes et immatures pour être autonomes, vivre seules, sortir sans couvre-feu, mais parfaitement mûres pour épouser, enfanter et servir.

Emotionally checking out of friendships before actually ending the relationship is so real. You stay longer than you know you should because of the sunken cost fallacy. You think, “ I’ve invested so much in this relationship already”. End that friendship.

Dear ladies never forget that: The same world that shames me for being a single mother also shames you for not being a mother and shames another woman for having too many children..lt shames one woman for having a child at the age of 19 because she's too young but also shames another for having at 36 because she's too old..lt shames a woman who marries young as well as the one who marries old..It shames women who don't have beautiful bodies and shames those who go under the knife to get the bodies. This world shames all women, not a single one of us is spared, not a single one. So love and make yourselves happy.

The most underrated act of kindness is simply letting people be. Let them mispronounce a word, talk too much about a show they love, or get excited about something you don't quite understand. Everyone has something that lights them up, let them shine, even if it's not your thing.

« Amneu djigen yo khamni they’r like flowers, you take care of them they blooooooom » Cheikh ahmed tidjane voice 😂

I used to really want to be understood . Now i mainly just want things like books & a lot of time to read and to be left alone.

Kristin Hannah, Chinua Achebe

When a woman becomes widowed with children, she’s expected to be everything at once; the financial provider and the full-time caregiver. But when a man becomes widowed with children, society immediately expects him to find another wife to take over the caregiving for his kids. If that same widow marries another man to share the provision side of the burden, she’s branded a “whore,” “slut,” “useless mother.” The so-called “leader” and “head of the home” is somehow allowed to admit he cannot multitask or care for his own children, yet this is normalized. This is the hypocrisy and double standard society refuses to confront.

It’s almost like earth was perfectly created for human beings, literally water falls from the sky and food grows on trees, but somehow we find ourselves trapped in a machine that requires credit scores and a 40 hour work week for existence.

You must read. Read nonfiction. Read fiction. Read history. Read philosophy. Read psychology. Read banned literature. Read poetry. Read about new technology. Read biography. Read memoir. Read on economics. Read on finance. Reread what you have already read. Read. Reflect. Repeat.