I BELIEVE ISLAM IS THE ULTIMATE FEMINISM
Prove me wrong. 💁🏼♀️
Islamic law: women sexually protected
Western culture: sexually exploited
Islamic Law: Rape can be punishable by DEATH.
Western reality: A sexual assault happens every 20 seconds and the overwhelming majority ends with NO conviction.
Islamic law: A husband is financially responsible for his wife and family completely.
Western culture: required to split the bills 50/50 in the name of “equality”.
Islamic law: women can work but DON’T HAVE to, and keep what they earn for themselves.
Western Norms: majority of women HAVE to work because at least 2 incomes are required to sustain an average household due to interest rates.
Islamic law: A woman’s money is HERS. Wages, Inheritance. Dowry. Gifts. EVERYTHING.
Western norms: in the event of a divorce… the man in entitled to 50% of all her wealth.
Islamic Law: Men must cover wedding expenses.
Western tradition: Even at her OWN wedding, the bride’s family is traditionally expected to foot the bill.
I BELIEVE ISLAM IS THE MOST PRO-WOMAN SYSTEM EVER REVEALED AND MODERN FEMINISM DOESN’T COME CLOSE.
I’m not talking about countries or culture. I’m talking about true, stand alone, Islamic law.
Show me another system that gives women a better overall package of rights, protections and financial entitlements.
I’m not a scholar and this isn’t a theological argument. Of course Islam is complete and needs no modern ideology or label. I’m simply comparing these rights with what modern feminism claims to stand for.
PROVE. ME. WRONG. 👇
«أغلى مُصلى» في العالم على متن طائرات «الخطوط السعودية» ويجوب العالم يوميًا منذ العام 1995.
فبما أن المصلى يحتل مساحة عدد من المقاعد (قد تصل إلى 9 أو 12 مقعدًا في بعض الطائرات)، فإن إيرادات هذه المقاعد تحتسب كخسارة يومية.
حيث يبلغ الحساب التقريبي لإيرادات المقاعد المفقودة على وجهة واحدة (الرياض – نيويورك) خلال عام واحد (300 رحلة). حيث وصل الناتج التقريبي إلى 16 مليون ريال سعودي (حوالي 4.3 مليون دولار) في سنة واحدة وعلى وجهة سياحية واحدة فقط! تتضاعف هذه الميزانية بشكل هائل عند حسابها على مدار الثلاثين عامًا الماضية وعبر شبكة الوجهات السياحية المتزايدة يوميًا.
Hussam Ebu Safieh, "İsrail'in rehineler için ölüm cezası" ile öldürülecek olan Filistinli doktorlardan biridir (diğer 95 doktor arasında).
Onu öldürmelerine izin verme.
Bunu yeniden yayınlayın.
2. الذكر (100 مرة)
“سبحان الله وبحمده، سبحان الله العظيم”
الذكر هذا يهدّي القلق والهمّ خصوصًا همّ الرزق.
النبي ﷺ قال إنه من أحب الكلام إلى الله
(صحيح مسلم 2731)
وإذا كان الكلام اللي تقوله محبوب عند الله…
فإن أبواب الرزق تنفتح بإذن الله.
1. الاستغفار (100 مرة):
“أستغفر الله وأتوب إليه”
ليش؟
النبي محمد ﷺ قال:
“من لزم الاستغفار جعل الله له من كل همّ فرجًا، ومن كل ضيق مخرجًا، ورزقه من حيث لا يحتسب.”
(أبو داود 1518)
هذا مو كلام مجازي.
هذا سبب ونتيجة واضحة.
Attentat-suicide et voiture piégée : d’où cela provient ?
L’Arabie Saoudite 🇸🇦, les Émirats 🇦🇪, l’Égypte 🇪🇬, les Comores 🇰🇲 et d’autres 🗺️ n’ont-ils pas raison d’avoir classé les ikhwan moujrimin parmi les « groupes terroristes » ?
Les salafis n’ont-ils pas raison de combattre ce groupe, de montrer sa vraie face et de le haïr ?
L’imam Ibn Baz a même dit : « Le groupe des ikhwan muslimin et le groupe des tablighs sont inclus parmi les 72 groupes (voués à la perdition). » (https://t.co/e2NG2Sb71z)
To the Islamophobia Patients Who Attack Me Because I Converted from Christianity to Islam
There is something I want to say to them.
I was born in Korea in 1986, and in 2009, I left Christianity and entered Islam.
Even after converting, I studied Islam for more than ten years while traveling through several Middle Eastern countries. I studied for my own sake, because I could not allow myself to believe in a false religion.
So please be assured: Islam is indeed the religion of truth.
I believe Islamophobia is not merely ignorance, but a kind of illness.
I, too, had many strange prejudices about Islam when I was a Christian. But after breaking free from those prejudices, my health improved and my life changed.
A life without Islam is not truly living. Even if I were offered hundreds of billions, I would never abandon Islam. I cannot even imagine a life without Islam.
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🚨🇬🇧 BREAKING: British surgeon gives HORRIFYING testimony to the UK Parliament.
He describes how IDF drones arrive right after airstrikes in Gaza, targeting and shooting the injured, including children, right on the spot.
Repost this. Please I beg you
In SaudiArabia, two men were driving when they collided, and one of the vehicles was severely damaged.
In such a situation, it's likely that both drivers would step out of their cars in anger, exchange accusations, and the argument would escalate, drawing a crowd and perhaps even requiring police intervention, which would complicate matters further.
At that precise moment, the call to Maghrib prayer sounded, so they decided to head off together to pray, side by side near the accident site while waiting for law enforcement.
🚨 A Palestinian mom was shot point blank in her head by IDF soldiers while she was carrying her child.
Retweet and expose Israel if you have a little Humanity left in you.
There was once a Hindu king in southern India, in Kerala. His name was Cheraman Perumal, and he ruled over the Chera dynasty. He was known among his people as a just and thoughtful leader.
One night, while standing on the balcony of his palace, he witnessed something extraordinary — the moon splitting in two. He saw it clearly, a majestic sign in the sky.
Disturbed and confused, he turned to his priests and advisors, but none of them had an answer.
In the following days, he spoke to Arab merchants who had come to trade along the Malabar Coast. When he described what he had seen, they told him that far away in Arabia, a man named Muhammad had declared himself a Prophet of God, and that this splitting of the moon was among his signs. It matched exactly what the king had witnessed.
Cheraman did not delay. He recognized the truth when it touched his heart. He left his kingdom and traveled with the merchants.
The journey was long, but he eventually reached Madinah.
There, he met the Messenger of Allah. He sat with him, asked questions, and listened. Then he accepted Islam. He took the name Tajuddin (RA) and became a Sahabi — a companion of the Prophet — the first Muslim from the land of India.
Before returning, he gifted something from his homeland: a jar of Kerala ginger pickle, which was accepted.
He intended to return and spread the truth, but on the journey back, he fell ill and passed away. His son-in-law, who was with him, returned to the kingdom. Cheraman was buried in Salalah, Oman — a place that, to this day, resembles the green lands of Kerala more than the deserts of Arabia. The people of Salalah still know his grave.
Islam did not enter India through war.
Not through political conquest.
But through one king’s sincere search for truth — through a miracle witnessed, a journey undertaken, and a heart that submitted.
Kerala became a gateway for Islam in India, a land touched early by divine guidance.
Tajuddin (RA) was not a scholar. Not a preacher.
Just a man who saw a sign… and followed it.
His story is a reminder: Islam begins in the heart.
The woman in the photo is named Rola. She says she found the phrase (There is no god but Allah) engraved in Arabic script on the walls of her grandmother's house in Spain... And when she asked her mother in astonishment, her mother revealed to her secrets that had been kept for hundreds of years and told her that her ancestors were Muslims:
"Oh Rola, your ancestors lived in a time when the (Inquisition campaigns) showed no mercy, and they monitored every aspect of our lives; the people running those campaigns would first search the (bathrooms) as soon as they entered the house; because your ancestors were the pinnacle of cleanliness and purity, using water in the bathroom instead of paper towels.
They monitored water consumption; so anyone who bathed a lot or purified their home and sprinkled the courtyards with water would immediately be accused of performing ablution and praying... And their punishment was death! So they would purify their homes in complete secrecy and with extreme caution.
The Quran and prayer beads:
Finding a piece of paper with an Arabic letter or (prayer beads) meant the end for that person... So they would engrave the declaration of faith inside the stone and cover it with paint, and they would count prayers with their fingers inside their pockets.
A tongue that bears witness to the truth:
To this day, Spaniards utter words like (ojalá) whose origin is (inshallah), and the word (olá) whose origin is (wallah), and even the word (cabreír) to describe cruelty, taken from (kafir), which our ancestors used to describe those who betrayed the covenant and double-crossed the Muslims at that time.
My daughter, even in death, your ancestors would deceive death to keep their faith alive... So to this day, in villages in southern Spain, when someone passes away, people recite mournful melodies and ambiguous words like (laila... laila) or (lala e lala).. They think it's just a tune for farewell, but the truth that our ancestors hid from the eyes of the Inquisition courts is that it's a distortion of the declaration of faith (There is no God but Allah).. They would teach the deceased Muslims the testimony through 'the melody' so the authorities wouldn't understand, and the word remained on the tongues of the descendants as a 'sound' after its original meaning was lost in the hearts for hundreds of years."
And in the end, Rola announced her decision, saying: "After everything I've learned, I can no longer stay silent.. I must now be a Muslim just like my ancestors, I want to return to their true image and carry the trust they engraved on the walls with their blood and souls."
And Rola recounts with heartache what happened after her conversion to Islam: "Since entering Islam, I've started crying for them by days, weeks, and months.. I would ask myself bitterly: I wonder what you must have felt, my ancestors, when the inquisitors entered your homes to search them? What was your feeling in those moments? With every nightfall, and with every prostration I make now, my tears pour forth with longing and pain for what they endured."
@bedewi110
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