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@adedejiadesoji @peace_igho Things dey happen sha😂.

@peace_igho Then when the man treat her for who she is, don’t let us call him a scum bag. Because he got her with visa. If the visa ends, the marriage will end and the relationship will continually be transactional

Omo she secured her future.

@Olu_las Amin

Please kindly share this recitation, may Allah have mercy on his soul and send light to his grave. Ameen ya Rabb 🤲

@IyelolaIge This is so sad😔.

I received a call this morning that a childhood friend of mine is gone. He impregnated a lady. She gave birth and got stuck in the hospital. Bills unpaid. Pressure from the lady. Pressure from her mother. He reached out to me a few weeks ago. I sent him some money. His workmates said he had been thinking too much lately. He mentioned to them he was hypertensive. The last call he took was from the lady. After he dropped that call he fainted where he sat. Before they could get him to a hospital he was gone. This morning the lady was discharged. The family sorted the hospital bill immediately. The same bill they could not sort when he was alive. Men please take care of yourselves. Even if na to run from the situation temporarily, run. Come back later when you can breathe. It is better than dying. Rest well my guy.🕊🕊

Amin

@Annour_gaya Allah always has purpose for every step and things we do. May Allah bless her and everyone of us, Amin

Met her randomly at an airport in Ethiopia 🇪🇹 while I was on transit from Nigeria to Cairo… she was heading to Saudi for Umrah. We exchanged numbers, stayed in touch, and now she’s family to me. 🤍

@OjogbonAbiola @AkwaIbomMuslim First of, Muhammad S.W.A. was never selfish. He was and still the best of mankind. You can argue with your keyboard and please, if you most contribute to anything that's not in your line, kindly be civil and respectful. And Yes, I read the Quran. Thank you

@visithammy @AkwaIbomMuslim Do Muslim women even read the Quran??? God didn’t make the rule. It was purely selfish decision of Muhammad

I pray we marry men who will not take additional wives after us.

@EsqMegaplanet @AkwaIbomMuslim K

@visithammy @AkwaIbomMuslim You don’t have to wait till Allah asks you to marry more than 1. If it’s something you want and it’s attainable for you, then go for it. For men than marry multiples, it’s because the women don’t see a problem with it. If two men is ok with sharing you then keep them as husbands.

Imagine 2 billion Muslims making this dua together 🤲🏻🥹

Sincerely, never underestimate Tahajjud💙🥺 It is two rakats in the middle of the night that can change the direction of your entire life May Allah make it easy for us to leave our beds for His sake when the world is deep asleep. Ameen 🤲

Being born Muslim doesn’t make the journey complete. Find YOUR Islam and deepen your connection with Allah.

Ya Allah, heal every sick person, ease the pain of those suffering, and grant patience to those going through hardship. Replace their pain with reward, their sadness with joy, and their trials with ease.

@Ibn_nakamba17 @beet_kon Ok

@visithammy @beet_kon Which page? She posted this last year for her Muslim fans. This is not new

Alhamdulilah Robil Alameen May Allah make it easy for you

@Ibn_nakamba17 @beet_kon Maybe you should check her page too

@visithammy @beet_kon It's a lie

@Beejaysport N1m

Honestly, how much solves your problem for the weekend

@Andxion_ Amen

If you like this post, I pray you make it big in life.

@Islam435 Aminnnn 🙏

Sincerely, pray for others to succeed.🥺 Because the angel says Ameen and adds "and for you too." May Allah grant us hearts that genuinely celebrate others and bless us all with success that has no envy attached to it. Ameen 🤲

@Ollaitan___ Wa alaykum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh Reply me please🫶🏽

@beet_kon Wa alaykum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Assalamu'alaikum ☪️

@Islam435 Wa ayakum🙏

@visithammy Ameen and you too JAZAKALLAAHU KHAYRAN

Allah works in mysterious ways. He is Al Lateef , Al Baaru, Al Razaq. May He always come through for us whenever we need Him, Amin. Your trust in Allah didn't go in vain. Barakallahu fihikum. Yah Allah, I still dey trust you for mine too o🙏

@slimvnsn You are most welcome😚

@visithammy This your payer na wetin I need this Easter Sunday..I go surely lock this your advice for my brain.. thank you Hammy

I shared a desk with a woman named Kemi for 11 months in 2016. Same desk. Different shifts. I came in at 8am and left at 5pm. She came in at 3pm and left at midnight. We never worked the same hours once. But we shared the same drawer, the same cracked monitor, the same chipped mug she left behind one evening with a Post-it that said don't use this one. I used it every single day. We started leaving notes. Not intentional at first. I'd leave a note about a file she needed. She'd reply at the bottom of the same paper. Then the notes got longer. She had small tight handwriting that slanted left. I have big sprawling letters that take up too much space. The page always looked like an argument between 2 different personalities that somehow agreed on everything. I'd come in every morning and go straight to the desk. Not to start work. To look for the note. Before emails. Before anything. She wrote about everything. A bus conductor who sang instead of shouting at passengers. Her neighbor's goat that escaped twice in one week. Her father back in Ondo who called every Sunday and spent 20 minutes complaining about the same politician he had been complaining about since 2009. She wrote the way some people talk. Like she trusted you completely before she could explain why. I wrote back. About my commute. The woman on my street who had been building the same house for 9 years. My mother's laugh. Small things. The kind of things you tell someone when you've stopped being careful with them without noticing. Month 5 I came in and she had left jollof rice in a small cooler next to the monitor. Post-it on top. You said yesterday was rough. Eat before you start. I hadn't left a note about that. I had said it quietly to myself at the desk and apparently said it out loud without knowing. She heard it through 3pm the next day and still made the rice. I ate it at my desk that morning and felt something I couldn't name. Like being looked after by someone who wasn't even in the building. Month 11 the company restructured. Her shift moved to a different floor. It happened fast the way things happen in Lagos. One week she was there. Next week a stranger sat across from me who put nothing on the desk and left no notes and made the whole space feel like a waiting room nobody wanted to be in. I should have gotten her number but I didn't. 4 years passed and I stopped expecting to find the note. Last November a friend dropped a link in our work group chat. Small food blog. Brand new. First post was about jollof rice. Not a recipe. A feeling. About how her mother made it every Saturday morning in Ondo and how the smell of it is still the fastest way she knows to travel home without moving. I read it standing in my kitchen at 10pm. Then I read the second post. About a bus conductor she once saw singing instead of shouting on a Lagos bus. About how everyone on board went soft without realizing it. I knew before I scrolled to the name at the bottom. I DM'd the blog at 11pm. She replied at 11:08. Said she recognized my name immediately. Said she still had one of the notes I left. The one where I wrote about my mother's laugh. Said she kept it because it was the most honest thing anyone had put in front of her in years and she didn't know what to do with it so she just held onto it. I held my phone for a long time without responding. We had lunch that Saturday. Buka in Yaba. She walked in looking exactly like someone who would leave jollof rice next to a work monitor with a Post-it and no further explanation. 3 hours. We talked for 3 hours. Before she left she said she used to come in at 3pm and go straight to the desk before she did anything else. Just to read what I'd left. I told her I did the same thing every morning. Neither of us said anything for a moment. She smiled and said she knew. We're having lunch again this Saturday. I'm bringing the chipped mug.