Muslimah life hacks

Muslimah life hacks

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Based on my personal experiences, mistakes and struggles on the journey of life. This book is more like a muslimah life journal, where an average Muslimah shares, all the wonderful, beneficial things she learnt from her life while still making mistakes like typical humans, on her journey! I believe I have lessons too many, which may heal quite many! Please feel homey! (haha, that rhyming was completely unintended). Any remark is welcomed unless they are islamophobic and racial! You are most welcome to comment your own experiences or thoughts pertaining to any part of the book. DISCLAIMER: I will try to write in a professional way, however, they may still not be perfect, even informal with the uses of abbreviations such as 'ikr'.
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