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I need to be with someone who’s crazy brave enough to take care of my 3 children, truth be told. Can we skip the dating part and just start at waking up at 7 am and get the kids ready for school? 😆
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Ive noticed on the chats in the marriage side, sometimes people will have a star☆ next to their names and sometimes they dont. Do we know the meaning of the star or is it just random decoration? 😆
Jzk in advance
Today marks 24 years since my friend Musa Abbas was taken from this world.
He was only 16.
We were kids. Too young to understand how quickly life can change. One moment life was normal, and the next, everything changed forever. A drive-by shooting happened, and the only difference between him and me was that he ran, and I stood there.
Musa died in my arms.
That moment changed something inside me.
For years, vengeance and revenge boiled in my blood. I carried anger like it was loyalty. I thought settling the score would quiet the pain. I thought it would honour my friend. I thought if justice was not given, then revenge would somehow make the world feel balanced again.
But it did not.
Nothing brought Musa back.
Not the anger.
Not the vengeance.
Not the score being settled.
Not the darkness I allowed into my own heart.
All it did was make me look more like the people I hated so much for taking my friend’s life.
That is the part nobody tells you about revenge. It does not heal you. It does not return what was stolen. It does not bring peace to the dead, and it does not bring peace to the living. It only keeps you chained to the same darkness that destroyed you in the first place.
I have carried Musa’s name for 24 years. I have carried the memory of that day, the guilt of surviving, the pain of losing him, and the lessons that came far too young.
At 16, he should have had a future.
He should have grown older.
He should have laughed more, lived more, dreamed more, and become the man he was meant to become.
But Allah had written his return.
And I was left behind with a lesson I never asked for.
Life is short. Death is real. Anger can consume you. Revenge can change you. And sometimes the hardest battle is not with the people who hurt you, but with the version of yourself that pain tries to create.
Today, I remember Musa Abbas.
Not just for how he left this world, but for the friend he was, the life he had, and the reminder he became.
May Allah forgive him, elevate his rank, widen his grave, fill it with noor, and reunite him with the righteous in Jannah.
Please keep my friend Musa Abbas in your duas.
Al-Fatiha.
Some men like women who will stay home after marriage.
It's not a good idea, for so many reasons. Most obvious one is to have her own money.
I am a working woman, not crazy about work but I just want enough income to pay the bills.
I work because I need to have a different purpose other than being a maid/cook, like keeping my mind stimulated and filling my time.
You want a woman who will stay home after marriage? Give her a salary. Cuz all that labor at home can't be just so she has food to eat and a shelter. Her job gives way more than that.
If she wants to stay home, then that's her right. But still be generous with your wife, she works day in and day out for free. No day off, especially when the kids are in the picture.
Let's be realistic. Life is too expensive now. Also, in case of divorce, she has to start from scratch. No savings, no plan...nothing.