May we not enter October with the same worries we carried into September. May God give us the breakthrough, money, peace and good news we’ve been praying for.
We’ll end this month with a testimony. Amen. ❤️
And if love ever finds you again, I hope it’s with someone who thinks about how their actions affects you, someone who considers your feelings before making choices and values your peace as much as their own.
Let me explain the reasoning behind this rule. The exception that allowed Muslim men to marry women from the People of the Book, meaning Christians and Jews, is not about male privilege as you’ve suggested. It is fundamentally about the protection of faith.
In the Islamic family structure, the husband is the head of the household. When a Muslim man marries a Christian or Jewish woman, Islam commands him to protect her right to practice her religion.
A Muslim already reveres Jesus and Moses as mighty prophets of God, so her foundational beliefs are inherently respected and validated within that home.
The reverse poses a theological risk. A non-Muslim man does not believe in the Quran or Prophet Muhammad. If a Muslim woman marries outside her faith, she is placing herself under the leadership of a partner who does not recognize her core religious truth.
This creates a very real risk of her faith, and the Islamic upbringing of her future children, being compromised or suppressed over time.
The law prevents a Muslim woman from being placed in a vulnerable spiritual environment. It is a protective boundary, not a double standard.
Allah knows best.
Thank God a non-Muslim is saying it. Sometimes, if you calm down and remove hatred you will see that when Islam forbade Riba (interest), it gave a clear way out.
Let me help you guys break down these concepts briefly so you see the potential she is talking about.
1) Mudarabah is a partnership where one person brings the money and the other brings the expertise. They share the profit. If the business fails, the investor loses the capital and the worker loses their time. The risk is balanced.
2) Musharaka is a joint venture. Both parties bring money to the table. They share the profits and the losses based on what they contributed. Nobody is choking the other with fixed interest regardless of how the business performs.
3) Ijarah is basically leasing. Instead of giving you a cash loan to buy a machine or a car and charging you interest on the money, the bank buys the asset and leases it to you for a fixed fee. You are paying for the use of a real asset.
4) Istisna is used for construction and manufacturing. You fund a project before it is built, and payments are made in stages as the work progresses. It keeps the real economy moving.
Seriously, we can do away with Riba. It only enriches the lender and destroys the borrower. Finance can be ethical, practical, and still work.
it is an unwritten rule of life that after every prolonged period of hardship and uncertainty, there is going to be a period when you are going to achieve quantum leaps across multiple areas of your life. the only requirement is that you do not give up on yourself.
The visual evidence in the video speaks for itself. The woman is fully alive and walking with perfect balance. She is actively supporting a pot on her head, moving her arms with full muscle control, and navigating an uneven dirt road.
A deceased body does not possess the neurological function, muscle tone, or biological capacity to stand, let alone coordinate a walk while balancing an object.
There is definitely a traditional cultural or spiritual element to this event, but it is not the supernatural dead body nonsense the narrator is trying to sell.
In many African traditions, the white powder smeared on the body, the white wrapper, and carrying pot on the head are classic markers of an initiation rite, a dedication to a local deity, or a traditional festival. Such markers are not used on dead bodies. Anyone who knows the esoteric world knows this.
In short, there is nothing supernatural happening here. @CaptJamyl
He started trading because he wanted a way out.
Not necessarily to become rich.
At first, he just wanted to stop asking people for money.
His name was Daniel.
He discovered prop firms sometime in 2022. The idea sounded perfect to him: pass a challenge, get access to a larger account, trade responsibly, and withdraw a percentage of the profits.
He thought, Finally, this makes sense.
He didn’t have enough capital to trade the way he wanted with his personal account, but a prop firm could give him the opportunity.
So he bought his first $10,000 challenge.
He failed it in four days.
He bought another.
Failed that one too.
The third one lasted almost three weeks.
This time, he was different.
He reduced his risk.
Stopped overtrading.
Waited for his setups.
He passed.
For the first time, Daniel stared at his funded dashboard and saw a number he had never seen before.
+$742.
He smiled.
He called his younger brother.
“Bro, I’ve finally figured this thing out.”
He was already calculating what he would do with the first payout.
He didn’t withdraw immediately. He wanted to build the account a little more.
That decision cost him.
A few days later, he broke one of the firm’s rules.
Account gone.
He was angry with himself.
But he wasn’t discouraged yet.
He told himself:
“At least I know I can pass. I just need to become more disciplined.”
And that’s where the cycle started.
Another challenge.
Another pass.
Another funded account.
Another near-payout.
Sometimes he lost the account.
Sometimes the firm denied the payout because of a rule he hadn’t properly understood.
Sometimes he reached the required profit, requested the withdrawal, and then gave the account back before the payout date.
And sometimes, he simply panicked.
He had become extremely good at getting close.
That was the problem.
He could pass accounts.
He could make money.
He just couldn’t seem to keep it long enough to actually receive it.
By 2024, Daniel had spent thousands of dollars on challenges.
He stopped telling his friends how many accounts he had bought.
When someone asked how trading was going, he’d simply say:
“Good. I’m working on something.”
His mother thought he was doing well because she occasionally saw screenshots of profitable trades.
What she didn’t see were the failed accounts.
She didn’t see the nights he sat in front of his laptop at 2:00 a.m. staring at a drawdown number.
She didn’t see him borrowing money to buy another challenge after losing the previous one.
She didn’t see him refreshing his email waiting for a payout confirmation that never came.
Then, one morning, it finally happened.
Daniel reached his payout target.
He hadn’t violated any rules.
His consistency was fine.
His drawdown was nowhere near the limit.
He submitted the withdrawal request.
$1,183.
It wasn’t life-changing money.
But to Daniel, it meant everything.
It meant proof.
Proof that all those months hadn’t been wasted.
He went to sleep that night feeling lighter than he had in months.
The next morning, there was an email.
His account was under review.
He waited.
One day.
Three days.
A week.
Then came the decision.
Payout denied.
Daniel read the email three times.
He didn’t even get angry.
He just closed the laptop.
That afternoon, his friend called him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You sound different.”
Daniel paused.
Then he said:
“I think I’m done.”
His friend laughed.
“Done for today?”
“No. Done.”
There was silence.
“I’ve been doing this for years. I’ve passed accounts. I’ve made profits. I’ve learned risk management. I’ve learned psychology. I’ve learned patience. I’ve learned everything people told me I needed to learn.”
He swallowed.
“But I have never actually taken money out of this.”
That sentence broke something in him.
Not because he had never made a profitable trade.
One evening, this nigga just showed up at my house with his bags. We had just resumed 100LEVEL in Ilorin. He told me he wanted to live with me. We were mates in Suleja Academy but we weren't particularly close. I was confused about how to tell my parents. I eventually told my Dad and my Dad asked one question that evening. 'If you were in his shoes, would you not want someone to accommodate you?' 'As long as you say he is a good boy. He can come live with us.'
That was how SD became a part of my family.
We also lived together on campus for 2 years before being separated by Fellowship responsibilities. We have remained close ever since and navigated some of the toughest phases of life together.
Many years later, when I lost my job and was depressed, he would be the instrument God used to save my life.
When I got the UNICEF job and had to leave Benin for Katsina, he sent me a tidy sum for my travel and kept monitoring me till I got there. Incidentally, that was the weekend Patrick Yakowa died. It was not an easy time to be traveling in northern Nigeria.
He would call me at all hours to pray with me and make sure I was okay. He was the guardian to my niece till she graduated from CU and is probably closer to my sister today than I am. I can't even begin to tell of the times Mom would call and say Sunday sent her money.
So, on 23rd September of every year, I get to say thank you to him and celebrate him for being such a great brother and friend. We've come a long way but I know the Lord is leading us even farther. Death and destruction will not stop us. And it shall always be well with him.
Happy birthday Sunday Daniel Dagbo.
My brother from another mother.
Many of you don’t need another funded account. 😪
You really need a deep retrospection of what happened to the last one.
Your reasons for failing the last account are too shallow, Think deeper‼️
Trading is weird.
You're confused for years.
Then one day:
- the liquidity sweeps make sense
- patience becomes your new normal
- you stop forcing setups that aren't there
And one clean month makes back years of red.
Stay in the game long enough to see that day.