THE BITTER TRUTH
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Last published Mon, Jul 31, 2017
I decided to share some Islamic reminders for my Muslim brothers and sisters fisabilillah as SADAQAT but the truth is bitter to be very honest, so if I hurt your feelings in anyway while reading some of my Reminders please forgive me🙏🏽 I am not perfect and nobody is.
We are all sinners we just sin differently but remember "ALLAHU GHAFURURRUHIM" He is our creator, you can Ask for his forgiveness anytime you are ready. But what if the angel of death is already sent to you? what if he's beside you while reading this and he'll take your soul back to your creator immediately after reading this? Are you ready to face your creator right now? Are you sure you're clean enough to face your almighty right now? Do you think Allah (s.w.t) could give you the last chance to say astagfurallah before the angel of death took back your soul to the Almighty? Are you sure that you're going straight to the Jannah or you already know the hell fire is welcoming you wide open? ????! REMEMBER each and every minute is very important to us, so don't waste it on something that are not worth carrying on your shoulder while meeting your almighty. Wallahi tallahi Death is real + this dunia is temporary and we could die at any time without a single alert 🚨 and once you're gone, you're gone forever + after the 3 days of mourning for your death everything is going to be normal, nothing is gonna change, sometimes even your loved ones might forget you've ever existed before and with time you'll be vanish without even a trace.....
so now ask yourself are you ready to face the reality?
Ask yourself are you willing to make a difference?
Ask yourself are you clean enough to meet your almighty?
ASK HIS FORGIVENESS BEFORE It's Too late my brothers/sisters 🙏🏽 he's always watching and he'll forgive you. May he guide us through the right path AMEEN..!
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[BLURB] "Well, now I'm back and I'm gonna drag you to court, you piece of shite," she said before passing a humorless chortle. "Do that and you're doomed." He sniggered, his manevolent gaze hurling obscenities towards her. "Oh yeah? How?" She rose a perfect eyebrow, animosity etched on each lineament. "Let's just say, I have something of yours that'll destroy you." The telltale monstrosity perceptible in his evil kingdom of eyes set a havoc inside her adrenaline rushing body but she held her grounds strong. "And what's that?" And there he showed her something that choked the life out of her frail body as she lost her balance in dizziness. ****** Love is elusive but sometimes it knocks right at your door but you're too arrogant to pay it any heed or maybe too scared to acknowledge it. Either way, destiny always knows how to play its part well. You can ignore it but can never run away from it. It never lets you evade itself and follows you everywhere, like a shadow. Crooning and spreading its arms right open at you, enveloping you from every nook, cajoling you, brandishing your tattered soul, and enticing you to the point where you have to surrender and accept it. Where you have to hold on to it and let everything else go. Because sometimes all a ragged soul and a chasm heart need is a pint of love. The tale of two youngsters who kept finding their way towards each other no matter how hard they tried to ignore it. Life would always collide their paths. Always making up their minds to never see each other again to always bumping on each other, destiny already had something else in store for them. So what was it? A journey of loathing to love. A journey of holding on and letting go.
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