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To all US citizens please don’t fall for these fraudulent people asking for green card . If you really wanna get married overseas just do arranged

🤔When a man gets quiet, it's often his loudest scream. Not every struggle is expressed through words. Sometimes the deepest pain is carried in silence, hidden behind a smile, a routine, or the simple phrase, "I'm FINE."

🤔Many men are taught to be strong, to handle their problems alone, and to keep moving no matter what they're going through. As a result, they may stop talking about what hurts, not because the pain is gone, but because they don't know how to express it or believe anyone will understand.

That's why silence should never be ignored. Sometimes a quiet person isn't at peace, they're carrying a weight they've been holding for far too long.

🤔A simple check-in, a genuine conversation, or a reminder that they don't have to face everything alone can mean more than you realize.

🤔Not every cry for help is spoken. Sometimes the loudest scream is the silence that nobody notices.*

Can i ask?
Is it a true love still exist?
Because just now, i walk out from shop at evening so we accidently bump each other and stared each other eye.. i feel my heart beat so fast
Can you guys give an opinion on how i feel that kind of situation..

"7 SIGNS YOU'RE A DANGEROUS WOMAN"

1.You can cut people off without making a scene when you're done, you're done.

2.You notice every shift in tone, body language, and intention and pretend you didn't.

3.You let people lie to you - just to see how far they'll go.

4.You don't raise your voice. Your silence does the damage.

5.You forgive, but never forget the pattern memory is your armor.

6.You're kind, until someone mistakes it for weakness, then you become a mirror.

7.You've mastered walking away without explanation, and it haunts people more than anger ever could.

Never explain yourself to anyone. The one who likes you wouldn't need it, and the one who dislikes you wouldn't believe it." — Ali ibn Abi Talib

How’s everyone finding this app? As a revert where the f is my wife am waiting 🤔😂

I hope manners its the next cool trend

Invisible Scarf

An invisible scarf, woven from air,
trails behind the steps we take.
It is the signature mark of who we are,
building bridges before a single word is spoken.

Scents can shape the people's impressions of you.
As well as for places.

To some, we smell of quiet Sundays;
all warmth, and woodsmoke, and security.
Baked goods, cafes, all peace in little traces.

A sudden breath of comfort
that makes a stranger feel like home,
Hardship often turns to beauty.
As it often opens doors of unearned trust
Locked away in the heart.

You ever noticed some scents transport our memories of the good times to the present?
We tend to assiociate the new by a familiar pleasant.

Could it be that missing link?

We trade in pixelated glances,
auditing a soul through glowing glass,
Making quick decision irriversible in ink.

Making judgments, breaking bonds,
all from the cold distance of a screen.

But we are making decisions in the dark,
for you cannot truly know a person,
By their own curated imitation of their heart

Cannot lay down the foundations of trust,
until you have stood in the same room
and let the air tell you who they are.

When we breathe in another,
the heart decides to trust,
unconsciously pulled closer by a language
that digital code can never mimic.

They understood this deeply in Madinah’s dusty streets.
They knew him before they even saw him.

The Prophet PBUH would pass through the crowded market,
leaving behind a canopy of musk and ambergris,
an invisible scarf woven into the moving air.
The people would look to the breeze and say,
"The Messenger of Allah has passed here."

His presence was an open hand of safety.
To shake his hand was to carry a cool, perfumed grace
upon your skin for the rest of the day.

To watch him caress a child’s head
was to see that child marked by fragrance,
singled out from the crowd by a lingering sweetness.

Proving that the most beautiful things we leave in a place
are the things they cannot see.

His scent was part of his philosophy,
A gift of dignity, and to mask the gloom.
“Made beloved to me from your world,” he said,
“Are women and perfume.”

Perhaps it is that, to turn away from the phone
Go find the face, the hands, the breath.
Give sight a little rest.

Let the fragrance of presence do its work,
and weave the scarf of trust that binds us together.
For we are made in pairs, seek by scent.

Drifting Wolf.

As a non Arab and a non Turk, I actually found this quite informative and entertaining too.
https://youtu.be/1ObsKTUuzBs?is=fJQltumeqAATrCWzhttps://youtu.be/1ObsKTUuzBs

So disgusted and terrified that this goes on in this day and age!

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