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SOULMATE
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Continúa, Has publicado dic 27, 2016
"Allah has already writing the provision for every soul on this world including whom we marry"

My mother speaks almost like a whisper, as she lay on her sick bed waiting for the Angel  of death to come. 

My eyes running tears and my heart throbbing making loud sound. I sat close to her, clasping her fingers in mine.  

"Mommy in Sha Allah your not dying", not now. I cried heavily as I place my head on her chest and continue to weep  more.

She rub my head with her cold hands. 

"Allah (swt) loves me more dear. So if He takes away my life, He won't leave you alone. Just pray for me and promise me you'll be of good behavior? "Her breathing racing and slowing all at the same time. 

In Sha Allah ammi! using my two hands to wipe away the tears on her face. I return my head on her chest and continue to recite the khalimah shahada to her. 

As much as I want her not to die, the only love I'll show her right now  is to be reciting the shahada and pray that death comes to her at ease. 

You'll find your "SOULMATE" who your destined to marry. However, this doesn't mean that ones soulmate guarantees ones worldly bliss. Even the most loving spouse is a test of patience. Everlasting joy lies only in the paradise..........
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