Our Three Winners #DeahYusorRazan
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"Deah=light, Yusor=easiness, Razan=straight (مستقيم). It is no coincidence that Allah SWT (God) chose the three that literally describe the path to Jennah (paradise)"
- Layla Barakat (Mother of Deah Barakat)
The three left the world, were shot dead by an atheist, but they left behind a legacy.
They are our inspiration.They are our heroes.They are the three winners❤
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