Silent Whispers

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“A Final Request: Forgive, Pray, and Remember Me with Mercy”

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄.

WHEN I DIE.

Comfort and cheer my loveones for me and remind them to be patient. Pray for ease for my family.

If I die at a young age or unexpectedly, don’t dwell on how much of a shock it is.

If ever I have a photo/videos on you with or without hijab please delete it. 𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀/ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. Report my photos if you see anyone posted before.

If you have learned even a small good thing from me, keep doing it, and share it to others, so I may benefit from it.

If I have ever taught you to read even a single kalimah in the Quran, keep reading it, so I may benefit from it.

If I have gave you something (beneficial), keep using it, so I may benefit from it.

Give all of my belongings to the needy, so I may benefit from it.

Lastly, forgive me if I’ve ever hurt you intentionally or unintentionally. please make dua for me. I will need it badly. Please.

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆, 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗮̄𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗵. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗮̄𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.

Please don’t take it otherwise. We can never predict our death so it’s a small request to everyone on my FB list to take care of last wishes. Jazakumoullāh khayran. So in this case, I ask Allāh forgiveness before I die and ask Him to open the door of Jannatul Ferdauz .

Stay blessed, be happy and safe. May Allah grant us good endings and make our life after death easier. Āmeen ya Rabb

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The Weight I Didn't Choose

They crowned me first, and called it grace— A child to lead, to hold the place. But I was forged in quiet strain, In shadows thick with unearned blame.

They said I’d bloom, become the guide, But roots don’t bloom—they’re buried, tied. I held the weight she wouldn’t name, And learned to swallow all the shame.

Her love, it lives in softer tones— But never once was it my own. She warms to him, her gentler sun, While I remain the distant one.

Was it my sin to bear his face? To stand where she regrets his place? I never asked for blood or name— Yet still, somehow, I take the blame.

"Think twice before you speak," they say— But no one hears me anyway. I try, I bend, I chase her grace, She only sees what I erase.

Did I break rules I couldn’t see? Or simply fail at being me? I didn’t choose this heavy role— To be the thread that’s never whole.

I never begged to share her life, Yet still she cuts me like a knife. I give and give, I show up true, But all she feels are things I "do."

And yet I rise—unseen, unheard— With trembling hands and unsaid words. Not for her praise, or for her eyes, But just to keep my soul alive. ✍🏻@eiysiizwrites

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"Do not weaken or grieve—you will be superior if you are true believers." (Qur’an 3:139) 🤲

📷 In every trial, there is light. Faith gives strength, and the believer is never alone. Stand tall—your heart belongs to Him, and He never abandons you.

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