BEIGN LOYAL IS A CHOICE!!
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I want to say just a little not much , a little advice to those who experienced life like I did , believe in yourself your strong , have faith in your lord and in your imaan, turn to Allah and ask him , tell him your worries and I assure you he'll listen and grant your wishes for you , I want you to throw away the bad Experience and save the lesson , fill your life with good experiences not bad ones , have good stories to tell not show . Never waste words on people who deserve your silence . I am Qailah Abdullah Al-hassan and this is what I've been through................
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