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*✿═══════════════✿* *hand scars* *Part :9* https://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2023/10/blog-post.html *✿═══════════════✿* https://instagram.com/she.is.dream.maker?igshid=ZGUzMzM3NWJiOQ== https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Every day I was seeing many things that were not clear. Those eyes were regularly at the door of the room. Sleep is gone with red hands. Night has become something to be dreadedfelt Ika called and said that my uncle, mother and aunts are coming from my house who could not come that day. Wished that tomorrow was sooner. It will be a relief to see them all. I am enjoying the beauty of losses through the window pane without sleeping as much as possible. When I went to bed today, I suddenly fell asleep, tomorrow the stars will be tangled or something.... Is there any hope that Ika will come here in the morning? Go to sleepAs soon as I fell, those red hands pressed on my neck and then two more hands were tightening on my neck so that I could not even breathe. Suddenly a figure appeared in front of my eyes, red eyes with a very intense look, as if the face was painted with many colors... Mmm... ah... ah... "Recite me, Sheikh Ya Muhiyuddin Abdul Qader Jilani... I started reciting what Ara had said out loud from within " Ya Sheikh Ya Muhyiddin Abdul QaderJeelani... Many vuru I repeated and those hands released their grip from my neck. The figure faded into the distance... Slowly I lost consciousness. I quickly got up when the phone alarm went off and quickly looked in the mirror but there were no marks on my neck. Scary dreams are nothing but depriving me of sleep... After praying and Oath, I went downstairs. After giving tea to Uppa, he turned to the ten o'clock tea program. Umm, I want to finish todayMa said earlier... When I came here and saw it, it was as if the fear in me had lessened somewhere. Finished the work and went upstairs with Ikan. After showering and putting on the wedding saree as Ika had said, Itathas helped. Vallithan's face was like a wasp stung, but he had a small cool vibe and told each story and did it one by one. A question was called from below Umman "Did you take all the gold? After hearing Itta's answer that no, I was in Uman's cupboardUmm came with gold... "It's twenty-five pounds... In that question and that look at me, a sense of nothing flashed and disappeared, and I was completely sick... "Aunty, don't mind it. Am I kidding... Umma told them to take their gold and show it to me as if Charitta did not hear it. They complied. Both of them placed their gold in front of me, thick bracelets, necklace, belt, rings and earrings.... I..."Put this too and let everyone see it today... As a reply to Oomman's words, they dressed me with Vallithan's jewelry in addition to my jewelry and even though they didn't like it, I couldn't say anything in front of them,,, Ittatus left, Oomman's look and questions made my eyes watery... When Ikka came to me, I wiped my tears without seeing it. Took a photo with them with a small smile. "It seems they have all come. Heard the sound of the car and went downme too. There are things like seeing Umman and wanting to run and hug him, but! Do they feel anything? Seeing them makes my eyes tear up and burst into tears... Received everyone, exchanged stories of the days, but stories that I could not share with them stirred inside me... The red hands and the scary look... Ohh... All the sister-in-laws came to Itata's house happily, taking pictures and laughing... My heart was filled with all that. Their happinessAnd that's what we always want to see... "Why did you put all this? Was it not enough for Molle Mol? Oomman's question on seeing the jewel... filled my eyes. I tried to forget it without seeing Umm. None of those who came did it. Everyone repeated Umma's yes question. I replied with a smile. When everyone said goodbye and left, my hope and happiness disappeared... I felt as if they had taken me too... just aAt least for two days... Changed the dress with the help of the little one. I lay there slowly. The mind and body are like a mess... "Should I go... I looked towards where I heard Ika's voice. A nod When I heard that, I felt sad and asked whether you would leave me in this situation. But! I lay there without saying a word. "Do you feel like leaving after seeing him like this, man? Hearing Umman's question, I quickly got up. Small nameLaughing at me. Only the expression on Umman's face is not clear. "Ainapo (Is that why) this bed of yours. Oh, I'm not going (I'm not going) baby, I'm just saying.. I laughed when I heard his speech. Everyone laughed and laughed and you left. Even then, my heart is afraid of sleep at night... She woke up to the alarm and remembered her different dream again... The kitchen of the old man's house has fallen into disrepair. Work on a new kitchengoing on... What will this dream be today... Did the red hands forget me today... Or did they fall asleep before me... I came down and told Umm and Itta that Ikan's words that I should finish all the work quickly and go to get the dress as the festival is near. She left yesterday. I have a terrible pain in the middle, as if it will split, and my legs and hands are very numb. However, I quickly got to work without showing it off. Isn't it when the speed slows down?Umman has a question while sitting in one? "Are you sitting like this without taking any work?... Or is your... Then you will flow without catching your eyes, "You, don't sit here, hurry up, honey.. When Ikan's voice was also the opposite of what I expected, I covered my mouth and walked away. As if my heart is breaking apart, darkness is spreading in my eyes,,, I sat down and drank some water, I quickly finished my work and went down. Ika's gesture to be in front of the carI took a look at mom and when I saw that face I went back. Now if I don't like it, don't worry about it. All leading stores in town have stocked the new festive collections. Many colors colors... Went to many shops and didn't like anything. Umm didn't like anything I liked. My condition was that even if I didn't get a new one for the festival because I couldn't walk... *to be continued* *✍🏻mihras koduvally* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ *ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
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═══════════════* River flowing part one ✿═══════════════✿ You must have heard many stories. But my story is different from all that. I don't know how to read or write. I have never seen a world other than my home. Don't bother saying a lot. See for yourself. mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs of Pattumel Hyderaji and Aleema UmmEldest daughter is Ayesha (I). The only beautiful Kota in Annannadu with ear, chit and anklet chain. Because of the chit, many neighbors and family members came to see me that day. Do you know what a Poussak was? Oh, my opparam patcha, Khadisa Kutti, Pathutti and Bee Kunhimma all look at me like that, oh, how I will sit in a room where I am not with you. Umm knows that I used to go to madrasa and also go to mosque, somehowAs soon as it reached Umman's ears, he stopped saying that he would learn to write a letter to anyone and said that he did not need any writing or reading. Then rush to build the beam. Karnor Mar started walking in search of houses with traditional houses. In Aramana, which somehow came together, Sukkur Haj's ancestral home came to the yard and finally got a plan. Then Bappa and Elappa went there. It was a short journey by train. -------------------- Umma to see the threshold of the houseJust look at the summaikula, on the day of dhikr in the mosque, the time when all the men are gone is when I am sitting with Umman. If Pathutti and Khadisa Kutti come, they will throw Korcheram flour in the back and play around with Mannapam. After pronouncing it, the Luhar should recite the Musah for about two and a half hours. Ainond nthapo Konannchancha, Orisam, five Jus, I am also male, Mawlidum, Salaat, how did we hold us for Orisam? Everything is my mother's sealPoor thing, when Umm's uncle was old enough, Umm's Umm's uncle got married, and fearing that he would not have any more children, all the firstborn children of Umm's Umm's father left the country. When the baby Umma was taken away from the van, she saw everything from under the cow and cried, then after a few days, when the father died, the Umma became the goat's keeper, and the poor woman was very saddened. If you stop to tell the story of Oomman, it will not be resolvedLet's just say it for now... --------------- A cyclist came to Karnavan who was on the train. I don't know why he came. Without even showing them the house, Kanoth sent them from the nearby church. As a miracle, Thus, the news spread throughout the country that those who went in search of a new plan had eaten Kanoth. And there was no more talk, the eldest daughter's wedding was over with a bang and the yellow and green kathna bulbs were not enough.A lavish wedding in Kolam, where cassava mats, silk cloths, shirts, hand laces, gold bangles are invisible, with chits, money, steps, and dances. After seeing Puyyaplan's fight in the bus, everyone turned their noses up. All those who looked with envy then began to look with pity, and some had tears in their eyes. I sat there without turning around,I felt as if everyone had gone and the four chairs were staring at me. to be continued... ✍🏻Mihras Koduvally
*✿═══════════════✿* *Winged wings* *Part: Two* http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2022/07/blog-post.html *✿═══════════════✿* http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Did they come for me again...? Seeing them, my hands and feet are shaking, lips are kissing each other.... The sky looks dark. The sound of my crying is outsideI kept my mouth shut to keep it from coming and watched what was going on outside. Beats and grips are going on... But with words there is also going on! It is clear that they do not understand each other. The language of the forest is different. The police burst into the forest with a different siren sounding and they are trying to hide themselves somewhere, they have caught most of the people behind them. Forest dwellers and policeis talking about something. Then they seem to be walking towards me. They brought me out from inside the cave. Even though the police did not know my language, I spoke some English and signed it. I had boarded the car with them. My eyes are watering just thinking about it... To be honest, I don't even have the qualifications to cry. A long days and months, forgetting those who raised and raised all the comforts like gold for twenty years.When you come down with those who have only success all year round... how much their hearts are broken... how much their dreams are broken... who forgot all their suffering and come like this for self-love then what qualification do they have to cry. This and their curse. If they don't apologize with words, their tears will not fall as a curse... They made all arrangements for me to go home. So my family left without a complaintR took me home... They signed my tears without remembering that I hurt them in my pain... Even though I am determined to go to study, I am still afraid to go out of this house and room... When I go out, there are people who look at me and ask me on my face... Am I not the son of the Ottomans who jumped... What can I say... Not on their side, but on my side. Wrong... My father's head, who walked in front of everyone, was in front of themI took it down and drank it all... The salat that was kind to the lips got cut somewhere... I even forgot to perform the prayer... Astahfitllah... Lord, please forgive me... I have forgotten you, please forgive me... Night and day are both dark in front of me now... Nothing has the courage to come down and turn. A half-baked degree should be written...then study something and do a good jobMust get... But! The call and the question is to jump wherever you go... no matter how much courage you muster. When you hear it, everything will flow away... honey I wiped my tears after calling her and turned my face towards her. "Bapa has told me to go somewhere near here to study... Don't go too far and to a good place to come and go... When Umm said that, I was very happy... Umm was the one who opposed it the most... She told me not to go anywhere anymore...After seeing my sitting... Alhamdulillah... *to be continued* *✍🏻mihras koduvally* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ *ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
✿═══════════════✿ Winged wings Part:One ✿═══════════════✿ http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Love had only one meaning in my mind. "Sincerity" but! I got back... "Don't you still want to go to study, we are suffering because you went to study. How dare you leave this house again?To download... Needless to say, Mom's loud question broke my heart. But they cannot be blamed. That's right. They had high hopes for me. I ruined everything. I betrayed those who truly loved me. When James called me and showed love and closeness to me, who was walking alone with no company, and showed love and closeness to me, at first they were good friends, then the moments when we left each other, he became my everything... then I felt that more than my familyThat he understands and loves me. Therefore, from the moment the wedding was fixed, I was thinking of going to him from home. So as James said, I left the house and we set off. Journey of dreams Journey of loves. I felt like I had conquered something. We have moved to many places, new faces, new places. Days and months passed quickly and all the money and gold in hand was exhausted.Little by little, James began to change. Looking at his words, which had only love, gave way to many expressions. Sometimes I got really scared. His very presence... But another time the love he gives keeps me with him and I forget everything else. However, the old smile has faded from his face. Just a serious face now. That sweet smell of his is gone now only the musty smell of tofu... They stand straight and walkWhen he comes home, he walks as if he has forgotten. Now slowly I think of my uncle and umma... I didn't know the language of love and I misunderstood sincerity. They were not the ones who stood by my wishes... They gave me everything I liked, clothes, food, studies and college. Money, phone, car, everything... But I want this, beyond just hypocritical words.If you leave and hurt your parents, Patachon will give up because God on earth is not them...God blessed us through them. Tum Tum... I heard a knock on the door and opened the door. He is on four legs. There are people who make mistakes. I held him and gently took him to bed... Walking into the dining hall they are all there. No one left despite being told to go. I was totally scared. They came at me. I ran to James and called him. Those onesHe just laughed. "Don't call him. We came after he said. It was like thunder and fire inside me. Their answer... "James, I'm scared to wake up if you don't play. I have no one but you, Enike... Please don't leave me... Even though I said everything, he didn't say anything. "Enough of your tears, he won't listen. Because we came here to count the money for him. No... I don't believe it. Like himwon't... I cried so hard... I knocked them over and tried to run... so many people, how could I fight them, they grabbed me... with all my strength I kicked them and opened the door and ran... they are right behind me... run and run. I got tired and crossed the road into the forest and still they were not ready to leave... I was afraid of the dark and I fell into the dark... Someone pulled me and my head hit somewhere in that big place and that was the only pain.I remember... And when I woke up, it was dark. However, I walked towards where I saw a small light... forest dwellers dressed in different kinds of clothes... I stopped running in fear of them and turned around to see that I had risen from their cave... I looked around the jungle... how to get out from here... They said something to me in a language I didn't know. I looked at them like a miracle without understanding anything. They bandaged my wounds. to meI gave him food that I had never eaten before. Alhamdulillah, all praise be to Allah. All praise be to my Rabb who did not forsake me despite showing only ingratitude. Even if they don't know their language, they can understand the language of love and care. Seeing the forest stirring, they took me to the cave and sat me down. They always wait for people to come from outside knowing that someone has comeIt seems that they took bows and arrows and hid between and on top of each tree. I looked out of the cave through the small hole... Aah... I was shocked and they... they... to be continued ✍🏻mihras koduvally ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ISHQE-MADEENA ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
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✿═══════════════✿ Saeed Bnu Haris (ra) the personality who also enjoyed death... ✨ ✿═══════════════✿ mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Today we are seeing the masses of people who are burning their lives in the dust of the world. From Hishamubnuyahyal Katani (RA).Rafi ibn Abdullah (may Allah be pleased with him) narrates to you an incident which I saw with my own eyes and which I witnessed. May Allah help you as it helped me. In 88 AH, we were on the battlefield in Rome. Along with us was Saeedubn Haris, who used to fast during the day and pray at night. He was engrossed in worship even when Saeedu and I stayed one night as the guard of a fort. Even in that terrible time of worshipI was amazed at his courage. After spending the whole night in worship, when I forced him to sleep a little after dawn, he said:* "Brother, material life is terrible. Here the precious moments of life are ending one by one. I am waiting for death". These words of his while crying made me cry too. At my insistence he went to the tent to rest. I stood inside the tent while I was outside the tentHeard the conversation. He was the only one inside. When I peeked in, he was laughing and talking in his sleep. He says 'I don't want to go back'. Then he tried to pick something up with his right hand and then slowly pulled away. And a smile. Soon he woke up. I held him close to my chest and recited Takbeer and Tahlil. When the tiredness of sleep is overWhen I asked him about saying I was going back and reaching out to take something, he said: "Never say that". When I insisted on swearing to tell, he said: "Then I will tell. But there is one condition. Don't tell anyone till my death". When I agreed to it, he said: I have seen that the Last Day has arrived. All the people were reborn from their graves. Everyone to the Lord to know your situationleaving Meanwhile, two handsome men approached me and greeted me. After returning the salaam, he said to me: "O Saeed, rejoice. Your sins have been forgiven, your labors have been fulfilled, your alms have been accepted, and your prayers have been answered. Come with us to see the blessings that Allah has prepared for you." So we raise our heads above our eyesThe gates opened on their own as they approached a palace standing in front of an eye-poppingly shiny fire that looked like it was made of silver. We entered it. There are many indescribable sights within it that cannot be imagined by the human mind. Hooris and their wives and Sundarabalans and countless others. On seeing us, everyone greeted us with loving greetings. One of them called out, "Here comes the beloved servant of Allah."Said. Seeing all this, our joy knew no bounds. As we moved forward again we saw a wide resting place. Golden seats studded with pearls! In this spacious circular courtyard, on each pedestal are stalls of indescribable beauty. In the midst of them sits a queen of beauty who surpasses them all. When I reached there, the youths who were with me said to me: This is your family, all of them are your family members. All these blessings are MahanavarkaIt was achieved through constant efforts, and the great man who lived without even looking back at those who were deceiving the world could not! You have another house like this with you. After saying this they disappeared. After they left, all the young women there sent the person who had returned after a long journey to receive me as if the people of love would kneel to express their joy. He sat on the middle beauty's shoulder and said:This is your consort and you have another wife like her. Welcome, welcome! And so I started talking with Priya Preyasi. When I asked where I am now, she said: In heaven. To the question who are you, it was your eternal wife. Then I asked :* Knowing that I have another wife with me Where is she? She is in another palace. When I heard this I saidU: Then we can go here today and tomorrow there. Having said all this, when he stretched out his hand to touch her, she moved away in persuasion and said: Today you go to the world. After three days we can stay here permanently. When I told her that I would not go back, she said with a mesmerizing smile, "You have to go back now." The fast may be kept here the next day. When I heard this I got up to leave. Said goodbye to her. With this in sleepWoke up. You saw this conversation and laughter. How lucky are the great people, life itself is a message and a life focused on the Holy Sunnah. Hisham (RA) who quoted the incident says: I could not stop crying after hearing this. Give more praise to the Lord who foreshadowed the reward of your good deeds. Best wishes to you. When he said this, Saeed (RA) asked: Did anyone other than you see what happened in my sleep? I am the only oneWhen he said that he had seen it, he swore and begged me not to tell anyone else about this dream until my death. After retiring from conversation, having purified himself, anointed himself with perfume, and armed himself, he went forth into the field of battle. He was also fasting that day. Fighted till night. Everyone praised his bravery that day. Hearing the praise of the people, I said in my mind: If they had known his secret, they would have fought himwould compete. Even that night he was completely free from prayer and was fasting during the day. On the second day, he rushed to the battle front. Struggled more than the first day. Saeed reached the tent at the beginning of the night and spent the prayer till Subh. Fasting on the third day, he set his sights on Ranabhumi. He tastes the excitement of facing his death and relishing in his firm faith every time he rushes to the battle ground. Last twoThe bravery he performed on the third day was beyond the 1st day. He cut off the heads of his enemies and turned the battlefield into a sea of blood. He fought all day and didn't even get a scratch. Near sunset, an arrow from the enemy pierced the chest of the brave warrior. When he fell on the ground, everyone supported him and brought him to the army camp. Hoping to be martyred, he bit his lips to stop laughing. The smiling oneI burst into tears when I saw Poo's face. I said: Dear Saeed, today you can break your fast with your beloved. Mars! If only I were with you! Hearing my words, he opened his eyes and smiled and said: Praise be to Allah. He kept his promise to me. الحَمْدُ ِلله, Lailaha Illallah... Those pious directions are إِنَّا لِلّهِ* How glorious, how great is this life Hisham continues: I summoned the whole army, and when Saeed's secret was made public, all of themcried. They were chanting the takbeer in a thump-vibrating voice. Remembering the heavenly comfort of their companion, everyone was more ready for war than before. Saeed's martyrdom story was chopped up by all the soldiers. When Masmala, the army commander, was asked to lead the prayers, his response was as follows. You who are Saeed's secret keeper are the most deserving of prayer. Thus I led the prayer. To bathe the Shaheed in the Hanafi MadhhabThe verdict is that the dead body should be prayed. (Bidayatul Mujtahid 1-240) When the morning broke, everyone was talking about Saeed's good news. Thus the Muslim army entered the battlefield and fought with great strength. The entire enemy line was wiped out. By the blessing of Saeed, the fort we were guarding was freed from the enemy before sunset that day. The Muslim army bid farewell to the battlefield with shouts of victory ✍🏻Mihras koduvally
This is beautiful friendship story. Like a flower and butterfly. ❤️
Islamic real story
✿═══════════════✿ Life and death are true http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com ✿═══════════════✿ https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs As usual, I left to go to college. I didn't like the tea made by mom, I took a look at the dosa and chutney, then took my phone, put on a good English song and went down with both ears and head phone... It's a bad feeling to listen to this song...The music of that song vibrates my auditory nerve like I don't recognize any other sound...ah what eh wonderful song... When you hear this, you will think that she is... no big deal... who is she? We will observe her and answer your question if necessary... By then I will have answered almost all my questions... So the bus she was waiting for came... Her eyes widenedShe is looking for...hiding her disappointment at not seeing the seeker, she paid attention only to her song... Something makes me feel sorry for her. She should be seen as a statue. Karkunthal, who wears jeans pants, men's shirt, headphones in her ears, and boots like men, is annoying and their red eyes look at her from time to time, engrossed in the song. When she reached college, she walked down... She's looking for someone she can't see on the bus...but!herEyes cannot see them. Desperate, she walked to class. As usual tea and burger came in front of her who was listening to music and reading a book. She bought it with a big smile... "I looked for you a lot. I didn't see you on the bus. How did you come... "Ah, I came with my cousin on a bike. He was coming to a place nearby so... The others talked a lot. Now let's say she is Diya Salim. A common man Salim Khan's golden mole. Every dayShe is able to enjoy... not that she has only one friend but the whole campus is her friends but she is closer to Danish only... Danish Ibrahim. They have been together since childhood in the school they go to and now here in college, they cut classes, go to the movies, go to the beach, go for a walk, everything together... That's why they will become a big star in college. ClassAfter that, he went home. She opened the door and went upstairs to her room without even looking at her face. Mom wiped her eyes watching her go in pain. Her childhood, playing and laughing while sitting on that corner step caused more pain in that mother's heart. That mom's heart is hurting a lot. Their daughter's actions are disturbing them more and more every day. However, a glass of tea, tears and love take all the pain awayAfter cooking her favorite fruits, Umm walked towards her room. The leaning doors slowly opened and entered. Those views were amazing to that mother's eyes. The walls of her daughter's room are full of photos of other people, the eyes of the mother do not even recognize whether they are male or female. Even the walls of the music room with great soundSomething is vibrating and the sound of that music seemed to burst the ears of that poor Ooman. You looked at her as if you were sleeping and turned off the music. "Whoa...who is that?" Mother said to her daughter with a trembling voice. "I am Molle, I have brought tea for Molle. "Who asked for tea? I don't want any tea from you. Go away, don't come into my room without asking me. I don't like it." It must be said that the mother struggled a lot to keep her daughter from seeing her full eyes. However, the mother ordered both and said some things to her daughter. Honey, it's your age. But! Even after this age you have to live. You have to look at yourself and live. Never look at others and be through them. In this age we live in there are many religions and rituals. But! It's up to us to follow. Have you seen the mole? People of any other religion follow our customs. no Never. So why do we follow their customs?going behind Let them live as they are and we must live as ourselves. How many days has it been since you prayed. How long has it been to touch that Qur'an? Hasn't even that tongue forgotten to recite a salat... "Umm. Shut up... I know how to look at me... Amma said loudly wiping her red eyes with anger and sadness. "No. I will say whatever I have to say and you will listen to it. Then I will go. Turning to her daughter who was silent, she said again lovinglyand started This movie, novel and song are nothing, Molly life. After this, we have to go. To the court of Allah. He will question every second we spend here. What answer will you and I have to give to the Rabbi? If you get a fever today, if you have an accident, me and your uncle will sleep and spend all we have for you and protect you. But! No one will be able to save you, not even us, in the court of Allah tomorrow.Apart from your actions today, Patachon has created heaven and hell, my dear, and there will be people in them too! But we... Tomorrow in the grave when the question comes and the answer gets stuck in the throat and does not come out... Iron rods will split our body in two... Its pain... Fire is hot... When my mole behaves like this, my insides are cramping. Where are the religious lessons that Mole learned... where are the orderly circles? Since then my mole started all this properly. These micup devices are my molec bhangaDoes not add up. never Beauty is for the heart. This makeup is making you ugly and you just don't realize it. Moll knows that Patachon has never done anything badly. And it's just that we live in a society that evaluates everything. Everything he made is beautiful, very beautiful like my mole... Sit down my mole and think. When you listen to this song or when you watch the movie, if Ruho says goodbye to us, what will be our condition?There is no point in asking Patachon for a chance after losing everything... Once Ruh reaches Thondakuy, there is no tauba. Mother patted her daughter's head, who was keeping her head down "N't mole is good mol... I know you shouldn't say so much to mol. But I'm not mol umm... I want nt's mol to be the best... She was looking at the way her mother had gone. To tell the truth, all her peace of mind was gone. Many thoughts drove her crazy. thingAlthough she clearly did not know what it was, her eyes filled with heart recognition. She covered the pillow and lay down. It felt like a sleepless night for her... after many thoughts she slipped into sleep... "Honey, am I not going to college today... Umm called her for some time.. she did not answer. Answers are rising inside her... Umm Umm is calling loudly... But Umm is not hearing her voice. Umm her touchdon't know Umma is crying. Many people who know and don't know me are coming to see me. The house which was suddenly silent was filled with people and many of them had only helplessness on their faces. Ustad Mar is reciting the Qur'an while sitting on the porch of the house. Umma is crying and reciting the Qur'an... Papa is sitting with the Ustads as if he is exhausted... I went to my uncle and looked. It's been a while since I saw my uncle and looked at his face. But! My fatherI do not hear the call. can't see me I was taken to a newly erected tent in the courtyard after being laid down by a few other people. They bathed me without even knowing who they were. Although they put their hands on me with a cloth wrapped around their hands. I am in a lot of pain... ah umm... where are you... maybe if you were there I wouldn't be in so much pain... None of them even see my tears? They all dressed me in new clothes.I didn't like the white dress. prayer shirt The prayer robe that I have often pretended to forget myself is now forced upon me by someone. Even though they cried loudly saying no, they did not hear anything and went and hid... On the manchal where I was laid, Uppa first held me tightly and Ikkaka on the other side... Their eyes are red... Lips loudly... Repeatedly saying Lahilaha Illah... Behind them walked people I knew and people I didn't know betterComing to... Meanwhile, I heard a call from the next church. " إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون إنا لله وإنا عليه رجيون It is with great sadness that everyone is informed of the death of Diya Salim, the daughter of Ailuz Kandi, due to a heart attack at the age of nineteen. It has been announced that Asr prayer is being held at 1000 kandi Juma Masjid at 4:30 p.m. I... hearing was believable. But! HereI can't get up from ❓️ Uppa and Ikkaka slowly took me down to that grave... no, to my maniyara... to the soil that I have often forgotten... and started pouring dirt on me... Uppa... Ikkakka, don't leave me... I'm afraid to be alone here... Ummachi must be crying seeing me now, take me with you... don't leave me here... Didn't they all go without hearing my calls... What darkness is here... Atara... Rabbi... Scary look... من ربك وما دينك Patachon I can't say anything my tongue is burning... ah Those iron rods tore my body in two. Before the next blow, the body joined again... They kept asking questions... My answers got stuck in my throat... Ya Rabb... Ya Rabb... Will you give me one more chance... I will live well... All that Umma said. Listen, let's live without hurting my father... I can't bear the pain... I'm not like that anymoreAllah will not live... These very forms are giving me so much pain... Ah... my brain is confused... the flesh is falling from my bones... my body is falling apart... The questions keep repeating… من ربك وما دينك My answers are stuck somewhere... "Aah... ah... ah... I can't stand it... Oh Allah...'s Umm... aah.. ah "My dear... my dear... what is my dear... "Umm umm... Umm... ah... ah... She suddenly woke up and looked around... She got up and hugged her mother and cried... Come on Umm... I'm scared... Umm... I'm scared... I'm so scared Umm... She hugged Umman for a while and got over her grief... Then she quickly got up, took a shower and went to the prayer room... She had a new feeling there because it had been years since she came there...She has only seen the threshold of the house where Umma used to pray every Ramadan and Rabiul Awwal... She has many mockers... Her eyes are amazed by the prayer room decorated with Monj every day... Madinah, Makkah, Salats and different Duas are written on the walls... That's all. My mother had a lot... The crying woman prayed... recited the Qur'an... burst into tears and made dua... 18. تَوَسَّلْتُ يَا رَبِّي إِلَيْكَ بِحُبِّهِ لِتَغْفِرَ أَوْزَارِي وَتَقْبَلَ تَوْبَتِي. 18. My Lord, I beseech Thee out of love for the Prophet ﷺ to forgive my sins and accept my repentance. Then her lips moved to the salat she saw on the wall with empty eyes... اللَّهُمَّ صَل عَلَى سَيِّدِنَا مُحَمَّدٍ ۞ الفَاتِحِ لِمَا أُغْلِقَ ۞ وَالخَاتِمِ لِمَا سَبَقَ ۞ نَاصِرِ الحَقِّ بِالحَقِّ ۞ وَالهَادِي إِلَى صِرَاطِكَ المُسْتَقِِيمِقَدْرِهِ وَمِقْدَارِهِ العَظِيمِ ۩ When her dreams reminded her of the tomorrow she was forgetting, her heart sank... Seeing the change in her daughter in one night, her mother is also expressing her happiness to Allah with both hands outstretched... In this you and I... Life and death are true... Don't forget Live with awareness. Today we hear what Turkey and Syria are facing through social media... money, fame and beauty we have todayGod's gift is a test... Use it carefully... We have seen the painful sight of babies lying between the buildings... We have seen the blood of the baby who was born and died between the buildings and they cut the umbilical cord. Let's see... Let's go inside and pray for a better tomorrow for them and for us... It should be understood that the Lord who gave life to the lifeless earth is almighty...We should live with the realization that life and death are true... May Patachon grant us Hidayat... Let both worlds win... ✍🏻mihras koduvally الصلاة وصلام عليك YA رسول خض بيدي قلت هيلتي ادركني يا حبيب الله صلى الله عليه وسلم اللهم صل على; وَوَفِّقْ لَنَا اللّّهُمَّ مِنْكَ بِرَحْمَةُ لِكَیْمَا نَزُورَ الْمُصْطَفَی نِعْمَ شَاكِرًا･･ with dua's blessing ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ISHQE-MADEENA ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
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സ്നേഹബന്ധങ്ങളുടെയും സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾക്ക് വേണ്ടി പ്രായത്നിക്കുകയും അതിൽ ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന പ്രയാസങ്ങളും അനുഭവങ്ങളും പങ്ക് വെക്കുന്ന കഥ.
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