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When you say Astaghfirullah. What really happens within you💖

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You know how sometimes life feels heavy like there’s a quiet weight on your chest you can’t name. Maybe it’s regret, guilt, worry, or just that feeling of being distant from peace. Now imagine something so simple, just a few words, whispered sincerely that can slowly lift that weight. That’s what Astaghfar does:  What Astaghfar/Astaghfirullah really means: I seek forgiveness from Allah. When you say “Astaghfirullah”, you’re saying, “O Allah, I stumble and I forget, but I always find my way back to You. Forgive me and draw me near again.” It’s not just words it’s like returning home after being lost for a while. You’re opening your heart to the One who already knows everything about you, yet still welcomes you with mercy. Why saying It daily changes your life: If you make Astaghfar part of your routine, it starts transforming things slowly, quietly, but surely. Spiritually: It cleans your heart. Every time you say it, imagine washing off a layer of dust that’s settled on your ...
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Women should not be sad.

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Imagine moonlight whispering secrets to a flower bowed by dew. That's the tenderness in Allah's words to women in the Quran:  " Do not be sad ."  These aren't just words; they are luminous embraces meant to soothe the soul. See how gently He speaks:  "So that her eyes may find coolness and she would not grieve." (Al-Qasas)  It's like a soft hand wiping away tears.  Again,  " That their eyes may find comfort and they may not grieve." (Al-Ahzab)  A promise of solace. Even in moments of great trial,  "Do not grieve," (Maryam) a whisper of hope.  And again, a double blessing: "Do not fear and do not grieve." (Al-Qasas) Why this repeated tenderness? Because Allah, in His infinite wisdom, understands that a woman's sorrow resonates deeply. It's not a fleeting shadow, but a storm that can shake her very core, dimming her light, weakening her strength, and stealing her peace. He sees the delicate architecture of her hear...
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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.
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I'm no longer what I used to be, this world has changed me a lot...

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I'm no longer what i used to be, this world has changed me alot, i wish to be my old self again, to smile without any grief again, to be alive again. -روح
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And maybe someday in life when you will...

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And maybe someday in life when you will find yourself drowning out of grief, May your kind deeds become the buoyant force to lift you up. ~Tahseen Anam
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