In Tribute to Amazing Muslim Women. And ordinary experiences of normal Muslim women. 7 Things To Talk About. Saturday, August 5, 2017. The planning that went in to this must have been immense and may prayer is that Allah Almighty rewards each and every person involved for bring this even to us.

Between Sisters, SVP! IN THE Name of Allah, the most merciful, the most compassionate. 99 Jannah Dr, Jannahville. Originally posted on Author Karimah G. However, overall it was a great read and great story. I recommend it for anyone interested in how.

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And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty. I didnt want to go alone though, so I pulled the first person in sight with me. After briefing her, we both hurried towards Yusuf. I finally caught up with him.

A Women modestly dressed is a pearl in a shell. Some of you might be wondering what the Liebster Blog Award is, others are probably thinking NO NOT AN ANOTHER LIEBSTER BLOG AWARD NOMINATION POST! .

You were without a doubt one person who made everyone else feel like they were the single most special person in the world. You had the grace of an angel extendeding your kindness to everyone you met.

A journey of life, in pursuit of contentment. Anecdotes and Precepts in Pursuit of Contentment. Life with a new baby is a little more consuming than before. Alhumdulillah, all went well. Amidst the craziness, I had stopped a few times, just deliberating over things that crossed my mind. And of course, dear readers, this in itself is a warning .

thoughts that came to mind through inspiration. lessons that were learned after being mistaken. peace be on you ツ.

There are swarms of people arriving and I feel overwhelmed. I just need to take some time out of the chaos so I rush away to an empty room and allow the silence to envelope me. I watched her as she tried to feed Nusrat- the little bundle wriggling in her arms. She signaled for a shot of Morphine through the IV and I obliged, trying hard to fight my tears knowing that I was probably witnessing the last attempt at bonding with her child. I get up and walk to the doo.

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