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Ramadan is not just a season,it is a limited opportunity. A month for repentance, renewal and honest self-accountability. A month to organise your time, discipline your nafs, increase your taqwa and attach yourself to deeds you hope to meet Allah with.

To anyone reading this , May Allah azzawajal make your eyes see nothing but happiness. May your heart always be at peace. May your laughter never leave your lips and May Jannah be my home and yours In Sha Allah🤍

I lost a dear friend today, my friend Ammi. She returned to Allah after living for four years that Allah had destined for her. Late Ammi was the daughter of one of my female colleagues. We were always fighting until the day before her death. When her mother told her, using their dialect, that I was a friend of hers and she should not be afraid of me, instead, we should be friendly, it is one of the most painful moments for me. Please pray for Ammi when you come across this tweet. 🙏

O Allah, guide us, accept our fasts, and fill our hearts with peace. Ameen Every iftar is a reminder that Allah's mercy is near. Never stop making dua. May your duas be accepted and your heart be healed this Ramadan. Tag someone to say Ameen

Ya Allah, Ka sa wannan watan Ramadan ya zama sanadin sauyi a rayuwata. Ka Karfafa imani na, Ka sa na kasance cikin masu tsoronKa da sonKa. Ka bani ikon yin ibada da zuciya mai tsarki da niyya mai kyau🤲🤲🤲

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No VIP, No Class, No status = Islam just believers sitting together in the house of Allah, sharing one meal. This is Islam☪️ Iftar Mubarak to y'all 🤍 ✨ May Allah ﷻ grants everyone a chance to experience this......

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One of the most satisfying scenes of GOT Bringing littlefinger (Peter Baelish) to justice for betraying her father (Ned Stark).

I LEFT MY NEWBORN WITH MY MOM SO I COULD SLEEP ONE FULL DAY... THEN I WOKE UP TO 63 MESSAGES That morning, I knew only one thing: If I didn't rest, something inside me was going to break. Not metaphorically. For real. I pulled up to my mom's house at 7 a.m. I don't even remember the whole drive. I only remember pulling over twice because my hands were shaking on the wheel and my vision kept blurring. I wasn't crying. I was empty. When my mom opened the door, she looked at him first. "Is he okay?""He is," I said. "I'm not." "I need sleep. Not a nap. Real sleep. If I don't... I'm going to collapse." She stared at me like she was deciding whether I was exaggerating. "But he's so little... what if he cries? What if he's hungry?" Something burned behind my eyes. "I left milk. If he cries, he can cry with you for a while. Because he's been crying with me for a month straight... and I can't do it anymore." The words I can't came out cracked. My mom sighed. "Sweetheart, we all go through that..." "I don't need you to tell me you survived it," I cut in. "I need you to help me."That was it. I handed her my baby with numb arms. I didn't wait for permission. If I stayed one more second, guilt would drag me back. I left. At home, I didn't take off my shoes. I didn't close the curtains right. I put my phone on silent and fell into bed like I'd been shot. I don't remember the exact moment I fell asleep. I just remember waking up. Fourteen hours later. For one second I didn't know where I was. My body felt strange, light. Then the punch landed. My phone. 63 notifications.The family group chat was on fire Abandonment. Nobody typed the word exhaustion. Nobody typed limit. Nobody asked if I was still alive inside. While I slept for the first time in weeks...They had already decided I'd done something unforgivable. I stared at the screen without opening anything. And then fear stabbed through me: The baby. I called. She answered on the second ring. "You're awake?" Her voice was different. Softer. The family group chat was on fire Abandonment. Nobody typed the word exhaustion. Nobody typed limit. Nobody asked if I was still alive inside. While I slept for the first time in weeks... They had already decided I'd done something unforgivable. I stared at the screen without opening anything. And then fear stabbed through me: The baby. I called. She answered on the second ring. "You're awake?" Her voice was different. Softer."Is he okay?" A short pause. "He's okay. He ate. He slept a lot. He only cried for a while in the afternoon. I held him and he calmed down." Air came back into my lungs.....Thank you... Silence. Then she asked the question that broke me more than any accusation: "Baby... what's happening to you?" Nobody had asked me that. Not "how could you?" Not "what will people say?" Just: what's happening to you? I sat on the bed and something inside me gave way. I sat on the bed and something inside me gave way. "I don't sleep. I don't eat right. I'm scared all the time. Scared he'll stop breathing. Scared I'll do everything wrong. Some days he cries and I cry with him... and other days I want to run out the door." The line stayed quiet. "I thought I could do it all," I whispered. "That mothers can do it all. But I feel like I'm shutting down." My mom inhaled. "I felt that way with you, too." I froze. She had never said that. "In my time, no one talked about it," she continued. "You just endured. And if you cried, you were 'dramatic.' So I learned to stay quiet." My throat tightened. "I don't want you to stay quiet," she said. "I don't want to lose you because of pride." After we hung up, I opened the family chat. Big mistake. "How could you leave a baby that small? "That's irresponsible." "Being a mother is sacrifice." "If you can't handle it, you shouldn't have had him." My blood rose like fever. Not guilt. Rage. I typed: 👇

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