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Lessons life has taught me



October 18, 2021

1) Know your fertility before marriage

2) Each marriage is as unique as the people in it. No one size fits all. People are different at different times in their lives and different people bring out different sides in others. So general advice, from friends and family, leaders, social media, even self-help books dent apply unless it is for your specific personality type or refers to blanket truth, for example, "abuse is wrong". Custom tailored advice form a well-intentioned and smart person of knowledge is the way to go

3) Drink water

4) Don't eat your sorrows or try to drown them out. Feel your feelings. Same goes for happy feelings

5) Faith is stronger than everything else

6) Work to be and stay financially independent

7) Save money

8) In the end, most things don't matter. Figure out what does and don't sweat the rest if you can

9) Life is transient. As are most things in it. Only our deeds and God are permanent. Only thing that erases the bad form our record is repentance so use that opportunity while you can

10) Love with all your heart

11) Take responsibility for yourself and your actions

12) Do good however much you can, whenever you can

October 25, 2021

13) When to walk away 

14) When to stay and try to resolve matters

15) It's all going to be ok in sha Allah

16) The thing to fear the most is fear itself

17) More often than not, its not real but it talks about something deeper...pay attention. Soothe that need.


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