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Última publicación mar, sep 5, 2017
Diriku, Hasya Ameerah Qirania. Dalam bahasa Arab, Hasya berarti kesempurnaan, Ameerah berarti puteri dan Qirania yang berarti berkat Tuhan. Jika digabungkan namaku memiliki arti puteri pemberian Tuhan yang sempurna. Kurang lebih begitulah ucapan syukur dan doa yang diselipkan orang tuaku. Mengingatnya, tentu menjadi tanggung jawab tersendiri agar menjadi wanita muslim yang sesungguhnya.
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𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌#2 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 آغازے-عشق 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.... 𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕- 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕, 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐- 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓- 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.....𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅. -------- Started- 22 NovembeConcluida
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