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I m writing this to support our Syrian Brothers and sisters
#حلب_تحترق
We all know what going on , The world is in a big mess Why ? Because of our Selfishness , That Right all we care about is to eat well to dress nice to look perfect while others there only wish is Freedom To live in peace no war or Blood Around Them , losing your mother or father your sister or just the all family in one night you became homeless afraid lost I know that feeling of losing someone you love I lost someone <3 who use to be my best
I m not asking for you to sacrifice or to share this or to feel guilty not all
Why we don't participate ! how ? It's easy
We pray 5 times a day in each prayer we mention them Yes
If we see a homeless out side we try to help him with money we have with Duaa ...
We . can do something we all can change things , we all can make a difference
We are able to we are powerful Allah Created us to test us so we must do stuffs
Sisters and Brothers No one can judge you no one
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