AISHA HUMAIRA
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His gaze met mine for some seconds, i immediately diverted my gaze from his coz its haraam to look at non muharram for more than 3seconds, Astagfirulla i mutered under my breath, then i walked past Him, i heard him too saying Astagfirulla...
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Beautiful is he who lower his gaze, beautiful is she who observes her modesty..
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