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Bismillah

The most precious love isn’t found in gifts or things—it’s in someone who sees every soft and hidden part of you. They tend to your spirit, guard your peace, and hold your heart gently, simply because you matter. That is the kind of love that stays, and that is what you deserve. 💛

Started to think that being single at mature age,with a lovely family n friends,and my own income,feel more fulfilling than being tied to a marriage where both getting into it n getting trough it has never been easy.>,<"
Yeah,i know. The great reward comes from the great sacrifices. I just wanna pause for a bit n enjoy a calmer life 😁✌️

i'm currently living one of the most boring lifestyles any young person could live.

It's really tough when you match with soneone online who you find attractive and can hold a decent convo.. only for them to unmatch or reject you out of the blue. You're left wondering and confused by it all. This is one of the reasons I dislike online dating or marriage apps. It's really does mess with your mind and you're constantly trying to protect yourself or reminding yourself this can happen at anytime even when things are going well, but when it does happen, you're still left unprepared and feel like you've lost something 🥲

May Allah bless every sincere Muslim man and woman seeking marriage with a righteous spouse. May He ease their journey, grant them peace, and bless them with a loving marriage filled with faith, mercy, and happiness. Ameen.

Maybe it's destiny, sometimes a message can change someone's life.

It's true that in today's era, no one sees the beauty of hearts. People see the beauty of faces, houses, clothes.

Let me reveal a little secret: I actually have social anxiety. It really depends on my mood sometimes I’m a total troublemaker with zero social anxiety and other times I’m just hiding 💀😅💯😭

Time doesn’t change people, it reveals who they truly are.

If it's true that you choose not to be broken anymore, let the wound incarnate a root that secretly strengthens. Because there is a longing that is not destined to go home, but still grows in between breaths, becomes silence that is never successfully extinguished. And when the full moon hangs again, hopefully what is left is no longer lost, but the courage to live without grasping.