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Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇
Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said,
 "If Allah wants to do good to somebody,
 He afflicts him with trials."
 A very inspiring Story: must read
 BEAUTIFUL STORY
 MUST READ
 @islamleveryone
A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?” “Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. “What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!” Continues 👇

A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when m...

Africa, Beautiful, and God: I AM Africa BO Sensual Beautiful Radiant Elegant Fierce Unique Sensational Natural Fabulous Proud Outrageous Breathtaking Bold Woman Fearless Virtuousong Resilient Wise Independent ovel Compassionaté Daring Wise Loud Grounded Couragcous Virtuous Fearless Natural Joyful Kinu Playful Hypnotic Captivating Daring Bold Elegant Brilliant Unique Wisdom Soulful Proud Talented When I look at you I see magic. All the hopes and dreams of purposeful creation. The only matter that matters to me, carrying souls from the spiritual world to here and on to their next destination. The world seeks to destroy you, if they can't hold you without force the want to control you. All men came from you and love you so much, they spend the rest of their lives trying to get back inside of you. Not knowing that you live in them, hating you, they are hating themselves as all men are half woman. Our scrotums were formed from labia and our testes were ovaries. We have nipples because we all started out as women. So men are scared of you. Especially those men with the least melanin. Many of them raped you for hundreds of years, all the while they had wives lacking melanin, but they would still rape you because they wanted to dominate the creation of life itself. No more, your Kings are waking up and we will literally die to defend you. All who will not die for you, are not kings but fallen men who you don't need or want, because until they realise that we can't rise without you, we are useless. In ancient Africa we called god Mother-Father God because intelligent Africans couldn't conceive of a man being balanced on his own. Now you have these foolish men talking about Father, Son and Ghost. They killed you, yet they expect to live a normal life when they removed a part of themselves from their belief systems. History never herstory Men and our egos, when will we find balance. I have spent more time with and talking to women than I have men, because I realised that men are pretty mad until they unlearn sexism. This is why I am wise. The cognitive dissonance in most men is huge and people don't function well with this level of dissonance that they are invested in. It's pathetic the rhetoric that we are told (by men) is the "true way". There is no truth without you. All envy and are scared of you. Because they are living a lie and yet you have always been the truth... chakabars
Africa, Beautiful, and God: I AM
 Africa BO
 Sensual Beautiful Radiant Elegant
 Fierce Unique
 Sensational
 Natural
 Fabulous Proud
 Outrageous
 Breathtaking
 Bold
 Woman
 Fearless
 Virtuousong
 Resilient
 Wise
 Independent
 ovel
 Compassionaté
 Daring
 Wise
 Loud Grounded
 Couragcous
 Virtuous
 Fearless
 Natural
 Joyful
 Kinu
 Playful
 Hypnotic
 Captivating
 Daring
 Bold
 Elegant
 Brilliant
 Unique
 Wisdom
 Soulful
 Proud
 Talented
When I look at you I see magic. All the hopes and dreams of purposeful creation. The only matter that matters to me, carrying souls from the spiritual world to here and on to their next destination. The world seeks to destroy you, if they can't hold you without force the want to control you. All men came from you and love you so much, they spend the rest of their lives trying to get back inside of you. Not knowing that you live in them, hating you, they are hating themselves as all men are half woman. Our scrotums were formed from labia and our testes were ovaries. We have nipples because we all started out as women. So men are scared of you. Especially those men with the least melanin. Many of them raped you for hundreds of years, all the while they had wives lacking melanin, but they would still rape you because they wanted to dominate the creation of life itself. No more, your Kings are waking up and we will literally die to defend you. All who will not die for you, are not kings but fallen men who you don't need or want, because until they realise that we can't rise without you, we are useless. In ancient Africa we called god Mother-Father God because intelligent Africans couldn't conceive of a man being balanced on his own. Now you have these foolish men talking about Father, Son and Ghost. They killed you, yet they expect to live a normal life when they removed a part of themselves from their belief systems. History never herstory Men and our egos, when will we find balance. I have spent more time with and talking to women than I have men, because I realised that men are pretty mad until they unlearn sexism. This is why I am wise. The cognitive dissonance in most men is huge and people don't function well with this level of dissonance that they are invested in. It's pathetic the rhetoric that we are told (by men) is the "true way". There is no truth without you. All envy and are scared of you. Because they are living a lie and yet you have always been the truth... chakabars

When I look at you I see magic. All the hopes and dreams of purposeful creation. The only matter that matters to me, carrying souls from the...