Usrah Time! Volume 2
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Kau tekan buku ni, Allah sebenarnya pegang hati kau untuk terus mendekatkan diri dengan Dia. Kau tertekan buku ni sekalipun, sebenarnya Allah bagi kau Hidayah. Hidayah untuk kau dekat dengan Dia, sebab kaulah orang yang dicintai oleh Allah.
Semua ni bukan kebetulan, semua ni sudah tertera dalam Luh Mahfuz.
The choice is in your hands now, to open or ignore it.
Untuk membaca coretan si pendosa yang masih berhijrah di jalan-Nya di dunia yang penuh liku dan onak-duri.
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