Folks, as we lift up Palestinians, don't forget Sudan. The famine in Sudan is in the same critical stage with ppl suffering in the same horrific ways. Pls amplify Sudanese voices -- and if you have the means, give to those who are ensuring Sudanese ppls survival on the ground.
Shadia has special needs, she is deaf and cannot speak or hear since birth. Her hearing aid was broken in the bombings. Her and her family are living in a tent and they don’t have food, water and other basic needs. Pls share & donate> https://t.co/o8nb3bDIgq
A revert brother passed away 2 months ago in a car accident.
Please share this Qur’ān recitation of his.
Keep in mind he might not have anyone to make Du’ā for him, so make Du’ā for him as well.
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I often see from certain Muslim men that any Muslim woman who doesnt submit to them, or who challenges them by requesting her God given rights/basic respect is dismissed as a feminist. Those islamically embedded rights she is entitled to are dismissed unislamic/fringe opinions
The Eastern DR Congo 🇨🇩 sad reality.
In Congo’s heart, where shadows fall,
A tale untold, a whispered call.
Children, innocent, in a land of strife,
Bound to darkness, robbed of life.
Beneath the earth, where gems do gleam, Tiny hands, like phantoms, dream. Forgotten laughter, replaced by toil, In the mines, where tears embroil.
Oh, little souls, robbed of your mirth, In the cradle of despair, a heavy birth. Tiny fingers, once to play, Now bear the weight of night and day.
The sunken eyes, reflections deep, Hold tales of sorrows, secrets to keep. Amidst the rocks, a playground lost, Innocence paid, an unthinkable cost.
Muffled cries in the silent air, Injustice rampant, beyond compare. In the mines of despair, where echoes ring, A lullaby of pain, where dreams take wing.
Yet, amid the dust, a resilient spark, A glimmer of hope in the endless dark. For in each child, a universe untold, A spirit indomitable, a heart of gold.
Let our voices rise, a chorus strong, A plea for rights, where they belong. To free the hands that bear the chains, To break the shackles, release the pains.
For every child, a chance to bloom, In fields of joy, not in the gloom. May their laughter echo, loud and clear, A melody of freedom, drawing near.
In Congo’s heart, let justice rise, Like the sun, painting hopeful skies. For every child, a brighter dawn, In the tapestry of humanity, reborn.
By Doubleoroos