✨Rabbana Duas✨
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Respected sisters And brothers in Islam
Assalamu alaikum
warahmatulallahi
wabarakathuhu.
⛅ What are the Rabbana Duas❓
"Rabbana" means
"Our Lord"
A series of 4⃣0⃣ quranic verses that begin with that phrase are called the ✨ Rabbana Duas ✨
They are eloquent and relevant supplications for everyday life.
Motive of the group is to make all aware about the importance of Rabbana duas and learn them with proper understanding. We highly recommend to memorize the duas but those who are unable to memorize can try and learn the tafsir in detail about each dua.
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