Muslim Widow Tells All (in tears)

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Muslim Widow Tells All
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Note: Please rate and share this important story. I know it is long, but if you miss the end - you miss the whole point.

Some cultures (not Islam) totally reject the idea of a widow being amongst the living.
Strange isn’t it?
Her husband dies and they just want her to die alongside him. She becomes a silent victims of life.
Many of us don’t want to be reminded about death and how someday this could easily happen to them.
A Muslim sister – now a widow - confesses the realy story of her loss.
Read . . .

To any of our sisters out there who have lost their man, there is hope and our faith insists we keep our thoughts going forward and focus on tomorrow, while we cherish our "yesterdays".

Names and a few other things were changed to for privacy. But this is still a story - right from the heart.
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WARNING: Our sisters feel the pain of what many women go through but this is very deep - -
(be prepared to cry)

"OK, I feel like I have to tell someone - I have to confess what I found out - about my husband!
And you're there . . so here goes. This is our story (most of it)
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You see, I got pulled over by the police for traffic violations. When the cop saw my hijab (Muslim women's head cover) and my last name on the driver's license he asked me to describe my husband. And that was when things really started to change . .

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's start at the beginning - Well, if you can call "death" a beginning.

Anyway, my husband was ill only a short time, and the last part of his life he suffered quite a bit. He lost over 100 pounds and looked so much older.

He barely knew us at all . .

The hospital had him drugged up so much - he barely recognized me and our children, much less our grand kids. I got worried he might not say 'shahadah' (declaration of faith). But he did say it softly - I heard him, "Laa elaha illallah, Muhammadar rasulullah" (There is none to worship except God and Muhammad is His messenger).

I prayed to Allah, "Make it easy for him. Take him the best way, as the true Muslim, I know him to be.

He passed away in front of me . .

He passed, while I was right there with him. I was said shahadah to him over and over. He barely moved his lips. He knew it was happening.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of the machine, you know - when the straight line goes across the screen and it makes a screaming sound.... EEEEEEEEEEE

I just stared. I couldn't cry anymore. I tried, my tears were all gone. I just sat there, like a rock. I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything. Just stared. 
Yaa Allah! Why can't I cry?

He was smiling! I am not joking.

I could see his face finally at peace. He really looked, well you know, peaceful.

His mouth was turned up at the corners just like the first time he smiled at me when we first met. And like he was smiling when he asked my father if he could marry me.

Oh, that was so long ago and yet, it seems like only last week.

But now, he's gone. What do I do?

I guess if a sister's husband dies in an accident, all of a sudden, it is different for her. Sure, that makes sense. She didn't have time to think it over and try to prepare herself. I did have a little time, I guess.

I talked to our imam (Muslim prayer leader) and some of the people of knowledge I trust. They assured me everything would be taken care of properly.

And it was . .

Our imam quoted from the Quran telling us, "kullu nafsin tha-ikatul maout" (every soul shall taste death). And none of us knows where, when or how they will die.

I felt in my heart, I was pretty much prepared for what would happen after he passed away. But little did I know what would happen to me . .

The Islamic Will . .

Al Hamdulillah (Thanks to Allah)! My husband had written out a Will and had signed by two witnesses. This did make things much easier for me and for our children.

Everyone got treated fairly according to Islamic Law. I would not have to worry about the house, or financial matters too much. That was a big blessing. Al Hamdulillah (Thanks to Allah).

But there were many other things (he) took care of and I never even thought about it before. The car, repairs, bills, errands and even taking out the trash (what day is it again?).

I just hadn't thought about all of this before. But lucky for me, at least - while he was in the last days I did have a chance to start doing some of those things and sort of getting myself prepared. Still, there was a lot more than I was really ready for.

The funeral was a blur in my heart . .

After the funeral, my family and a few friends would call or drop by, but they soon grew tired of me just talking about him (my husband). They would tell me to think about moving on with my life and look forward to new things.

The 'janaziyah' (Muslim funeral) is now. Everyone came by to give me their condolences. They buried my husband in the best way, and so many people turned out for his funeral. They did 'salat' and 'dua' (prayers) for him. I even saw some brothers brushing away tears too. I tried not to show anyone, but I was not the only one crying, Al Hamdulillah (Praise be to God).


Many sisters came by, dropped off food. Friends brought more food. Relatives insisted I eat something (the last thing I wanted to do - was eat food).

Some looked at me with sad eyes saying, "It's going to be O.K. He's in a better place now. Inna lilahi wa inna elayhi rajioon" (From Allah we came and to Allah is our return).

Fridays are the hardest.

My husband always went to Jummah (Friday sermon and prayers for Muslims)

He came home, flashing his famous smile and ask me, "Where ya wanna go honey? Name it! Any place you like princess. What are you hungry for today?"
No question about it - "Italian Gardens Restaurant" - My number one favorite. He didn't really like it. I know that. But he would suggest it as though it was the first thing on his mind.
"Let's go Italian. We can have BIZZA and BEEBZEE" he would say, making fun of the way our Arabic speaking brothers pronouce the words "pizza" and "pepsi" with "Bs" instead of "Ps".

I refused to laugh at his dumb jokes -- Oh, if I could only hear him tell one of them now... or just see that smile again...

I did try to go back there a few months after he passed away. But it just wasn't the same. I went in and for the first time, I could really feel the people staring at me. All of a sudden my hijab made me so different. I didn't feel like that when my husband was with me there.

He just made everything alright, you know?
 I sat there staring at the menu, munching on the breadsticks, feeling everyone looking at me and all of a sudden I just wanted to get out of there. This wasn't my place anymore. I didn't belong here. What was I doing?

Just go home. Sit there. Wait. Nothing to do anymore . .

Oh, wait! Friday night - That was our night!

We used to sit together watching videos (G rated of course) and eating his favorite - Popcorn!
Oh how he loved to eat his popcorn. He could never get enough. Buttered – carmel – plain – salted – it didn't matter to him, as long as there was a lot of it. I guess I grew to love it because he did. But now - well, it just isn't the same anymore.

Call a sister - Yeah!

After spending a few weeks alone in the house, I decide to call up a sister I haven't seen in a long time. "Hi! Sister, salam alaykum (peace be unto you), how is everything? ... Me? I'm fine... what? Oh.. well, thank you for saying that.. I am sure he would be pleased with your nice prayers for him... But, you know, I was going to ask you.. ahh, could I... I mean, would you mind... is it OK if I just drop by and we... What? Oh sure. I understand. Yeah. Of course... No... no problem.. OK.. Well, I'll just call you later.. or you call me.. right? Sure... Salam alaykum.. (peace be unto you).

Well, that was awkward enough. Why didn't she invite me over? How come she just cut me off? Did she really have to take the kids out to the mall just that moment. What is the matter with me? Why am I so suspicious? Hmmm, get a grip on it girl. She has her life to live.

I just flopped down in my husband’s old chair. He loved that old chair. It had belonged to his dad before he had passed away 15 years ago. I always thought I would never sit in it, after his dad passed away. But now it just didn’t matter any more.

Actually, it made me recall how he would sit there for hours and hours, talking on the phone about Islam to people or typing away at his computer in those chatrooms.

Online chats were his hobby . .

My husband used to go online all the time and chat with people. He even asked me to chat with new sisters and help them out. But I was too shy and besides, what do I know about Islam?

I feel insecure talking about Islam in today’s world, you know?

He loved to visit people . .

Sitting there, I start thinking back.. my husband and I used to go places, visit his friends and take trips to see my family and his from time to time. But now things were different. I still got a few phone calls. A sister wants to know if I have the recipe for some India dish I made a long time ago. Muslim brother is asking if I was OK and if I needed anything. But I just couldn't ask, you know?

My husband and I were never rich, we didn’t have a lot. But Allah always gave us enough to eat and pay our bills and for that, we were always thankful, Al Hamdulillah.

He loved going out with Muslims and sharing . .

I started remembering those days when my husband would be gone, traveling around with brothers visiting the Muslim families, going to mosques and helping raise funds for children to be able to go to school and get proper educations.

He had great stories to share . .

He would come back with stories all about this community and this group and that group, and how Muslims really needed to put aside their differences and work together for the common good of our community. He mentioned several times, about the need of caring for our sisters, those who were new to Islam and those who were divorced – or widowed (like me)…

Visit our mosque . . See old friends . .

But the sisters there just didn’t seem to have time for my stories about my husband and what we used to do. I guess I am boring now. Maybe I was always boring. I don’t know.

About the only thing anyone talked to me was to ask me if I was going to move in with my kids. But they are grown and have their own kids. Besides one lives half way around the world, and the other one has enough problems without me hanging around.

Other widows had it worse . .

I did meet some other widows. They said they experienced even worse than me. In some mosques the sisters told me, they were actually told to just stay out. It’s almost like a private club for married sisters or young sisters looking to get married. Not a place for widows without family. Especially not for converts to Islam, like me – who they fear, might be looking for a husband.

Some sisters tried to stay in touch (Allah Bless them for it)

Even a few sisters offered to call me between taking care of kids, doing laundry, making sandwiches and running errands for their husbands. The thought was there, I know they have good intentions. But they don’t call.

Alone is not the answer . . (Allah is the Answer)

Being alone sometimes is OK, but is not good for extending periods of time. At least not for a gal that who had a house full of love and laughter (and some tears too) for 20 or 30 years and all of sudden, it’s empty. You just don’t go from full speed ahead to zero without a strange feeling inside.

Then of course, there is plenty of advise too. “Why not join a health club?” “Get another husband."

What? Join a health club? . . Find another husband? - Are they crazy?

And some said, "We’ll look around for you. We know this brother who needs someone to help take care of his kids and his mom while he is working. You want us to make some calls?” (NO. I don’t)

Does life REALLY GO ON . . ?

“Well, you know – LIFE GOES ON.” “Get involved in activities outside the home. Meet new people. You have to move on.”

You know what? I suddenly feel myself looking forward to just going home and sitting in my husband’s chair. That is my safe place. I don’t want to go anywhere. Just me and Garfield, my husband's cat.

Well, I guess I do need to get cat food for Garfield (my Siamese cat). And I wouldn’t mind some tuna fish salad right about now.

Maybe my family is right. I need to get out. Go somewhere. Not too far. Just go down to the mall. Maybe look at shoes (who doesn’t need a new pair of shoes and maybe a purse to go with them?). Yeah.. Feels like a good idea.

Mall. Music. Popcorn . . Oh No!

So, OK – I go to the mall. I walk in, first thing I hear the music (I can’t stand mall music). Then I only walk a few more steps and then I smell it – the smell of fresh buttered popcorn.. Oh no. I can’t do this. I have to go back now – NOW.

Police stop me - ask me about (husband) - Now it all comes out . . .

I'm driving back home from the mall, I see blinking lights of a cop car right behind me. He wants me to pull over. I know I am going to get ticket. No left turn signal light, license plates expired and then he sees my inspection sticker is expired.

Oh just great! Just what I need.

As the policeman came up to my window, I started to panic.

"Yaa Allah! I think he is looking at my hijab (Muslim women's scarf) and he hates Islam or something"

I have my driver's license, insurance and car registration ready to hand him. He looks at my license.

(Yaa Allah! Even my license picture even has my hijab in it).

He's looking at me, "Why hasn't this car been kept up with inspections and license plates?"

I say, "Well see, my husband used to do all this, and then he just . . he died . . "

I start to cry. I don’t want to. I have to look away and try to be calm.

But it just hit me all of a sudden. I just now realize how alone I am and now nobody is here to help me.

The policeman looks at my driver's license. Then looks at me and asks, "What was your husband's name?"

I told him. But why is he asking about my husband. I mean, there couldn't be anything wrong . . Right?

The policeman looked kind of strange for a moment and then he asked me, "Did he wear a small white cap all the time and had a white beard and a real big smile?"

"Yes. Yes, that's him. He always had that cap & big smile" I was still crying.

(How did this policeman know about my husband? Was I in some kind of trouble now?)

A smile came across his face. He said, "Your husband was a very kind man. I knew him. He used to come by the donut shop over on Route 1 some time ago. He helped me clean up the mess when I spilled my coffee all over."

Oh yes, that was just like my husband. He never met a stranger and he was every ready to help anybody.

"So then we talked about life, and what our purpose is here on earth. You know what? I had never really thought about it before. But what he said made a lot of sense. He gave me a pamphlet about things Muslims believe. I took time to read it. It made good sense. He knew what he was saying."

"His talks with me are still in my mind. He said things real simple, about the Quran or Muhammad's teachings - it got me. You know, like this man really knows what he believes and why he believes it. I wish I had his confidence in my faith."

"He even called me 'brother' and said we are all 'brothers and sisters' in humanity because we all come from Adam.

Ever since I feel like we really are all one people. I like calling people my 'brother' or 'sister'. Is it OK to call you my 'sister'?

Well I was probably old enough to be his mother, but - sure - why not?

"Sister, there was one thing he told me about and he was going to get one for me. But I didn't see him again. That was back sometime last year. He said he would give me a translation of the Karein (Quran)." 
- I corrected him, "QUR-AN" He moved his mouth as if saying Quran without any sound.

You know, I could almost see my husband while this man was talking about him. He was always giving dawah (explaining Islam) everywhere we went. He never minded answering questions and explaining things in simple ways to people. I have seen his stand there and talk for as long as someone would listen. He enjoyed sharing his faith with others and they seemed to enjoy it too.

Suddenly I realized the policeman was asking me about the Quran. Oh my! I don't know how to give dawah. I can't talk about all this with him. What do I say?

Then he made it easy for me, "Sister, could I ask you to help me locate a copy of the Quran?"

"Sure, no problem" I said.

Where was I going to get a Quran to give him? My husband always took care of those things, not me. Oh dear. Why did I give my promise to this policeman to give him something I didn't have? What was I to do?

Then he glanced at a sticker on the inside of the car door. "Sister, did you know your car has not been service for over 30,000 miles?"

"Ahhh, no. But I'll take care of it, inshallah (God Willing)". I hoped this was not another type of violation.

He continued as though he didn't hear me, "If you don't mind, I would like to take care of this, if you let me. Kind of help out my old friend's car. Is it OK?"

OK? I guess. Sure. Why not? OK. Yeah. That would be great. Anything you say.

He pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. Then he smiled and said, "It's all taken care of. My brother's gas station is just down the block and he says if we bring it in now, he can have you out in about 30 minutes. How does that sound?"

Well, it sounds fine. But how much is all of this going to cost? I guess I should be glad he is not going to give me any tickets. But still, I only have a little cash on me and I hate to use my card for anything like this. Still, he is being nice and he wants to know about Islam, even asked for a Quran - Yeah, sure. Let's go to his brother's place and see what it will cost, I guess...

It was just down the street and his brother really did come right out and give my car immediate attention. He began with a full inspection, replaced a burned out tail-light, check the emissions (what are emissions anyway?). He changed the oil, filters, fan belts and even put air in all the tires. The he started writing up the bill.

Oh boy. Here we go. I knew it was coming. But I guess I just have to start taking care of things like this.

The man at the gas station gave the bill to the policeman, who just smiled and stuck it in his pocket. He turned around and came toward me, and asked me if there was anything else I would like for the car...

Huh? What's going on here?

"Don't worry about it, my sister. This is for your husband. I know he would have done it for my wife."

I tried not to cry. Really, he was right - my husband would do anything for people. But now the tears were burning in my eyes and I had to look down quickly. This was just too much. Here I thought this man was drumming up business for his brother and all along he was trying to help me. This was just like when my husband was still alive. People were always doing things for us without even us asking.

The officer wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. It was a phone number and address.

"Sister, here is my phone number if you need anything. If anyone bothers you or if you have any problems or you just need to talk to someone, my wife Mary and I are both ready to do anything you ask. And if you get a chance or find someone who could help me find a Quran (he said it correctly this time) I would really appreciate a chance to learn more about the religion of you and your husband. I really do believe there is only One God, and from what I can see in you and your husband, I would sure like to learn more about the prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).

A few days later, I found that piece of paper in my purse and thought about calling. But what would I say? I didn't have a Quran to give him and I didn't even know his wife, except her name is Mary. What am I going to do if his wife answers? "Hi, you don't know me, but your husband just fixed my car and told me to call?"
NO WAY. I am not that stupid. I put the phone number down by the phone and dropped down in my husband’s old chair.

OK, what do I do now?

Should I try to phone some of my husband’s old friends who used to go with him for dawah?
Maybe go to the Halal book store and look for a Quran to give to this man? But what would his wife think?
And then how about the chatroom where my husband used to help out? But what would I do there?

I thought about joining up and doing some things on But again, what am I really qualified to do?

I did visit the website for sisters that my husband used to recommend for women:
There is so much to read and see. They have videos, audios and even a question/answer forum that helped me a lot.

Here is what I figured out – I feel it takes as long as it takes before you even get to a point of feeling normal – whatever that means – again.  I don’t think you ever get over a great loss – but you somehow re-invent yourself as you go along.

Don’t let anyone rush you.  Things will get better.  But in your own time frame. Keep up your salat (prayers), keep making dua (supplications) and remember to call the kids once in a while (don’t make them crazy with calls every few hours). Take some pictures of the cat (get a cat), and email them to your kids.

Be sure to listen to Quran every morning and every night. This is one of the best things anyone can do, anywhere.

And be sure to watch some videos with Baba Ali, Abdur Raheem Green and Yusuf Estes. Those guys really make you think. O yeah, and listen to Zain Bhikha’s latest nasheeds. That always helps me. Don’t you love “Allah Knows” when Zaid sings it? This really makes me feel like Allah is taking care of the whole thing.

Can I add a small word of advice from someone who has been there and done that?

Dear sister in Islam, make the most out of what you have while you still have it. You might think you don’t need that old guy, maybe even think you could get by a lot better without him. But it’s just not true. You will come to know – O yeah, real fast – just how much you meant to each other and how badly you need to hear him call you with his latest idea or to complain about something, just one more time. But now it’s too late. He’s gone.

One last little piece of advice I want to add here.  There is a rumor that it takes you a year to get over a death.  Where does this nonsense come from? I have no idea. But it is not true.

Actually, the fact is, I don’t want to “get over” him!

I love him more now that ever. I just want to be next to him again, next time - FOREVER, in Jennah (Paradise).

I'll even laugh at his dumb jokes - I promise.

I know - I’ll have to wait. Wait until the Next Life. And maybe, just maybe - with Allah’s Mercy, and His forgiveness - we’ll be reunited, together again – in Allah’s Paradise.

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Oh Allah, forgive me for not taking better care of that old guy. I miss him. Take good care of him, please Allah, until I can be with him again...

"I really do miss him . . ."

Here are actual websites used by sisters with similar problems (All Free): (controlled chat with monitors & teachers) (Cool video to share with non-Muslims) (excellent for sister's rights, marriage & hijab)

www.GuideUS.TV (NEW in America 24 hrs. 7 days Free Muslim TV on APPS, Satellite & Local Antennas major cities) (excellent pages to share with others) (CDs & more to use for dawah - donation only) (Answers to "Why does God do what He does?")

The above story was edited and shortened for limited space on our website.

Sisters & brothers – please, add your thoughts to the story of our sisters. All of us are waiting to hear from you. In your own words give support to all of our sisters going through similar situations – You don’t have to use your real name – Just say what is in your heart. We all need to hear a voice of support sometime…



#206 Carolyn Moor 2015-11-15 10:08
Dear Sister in Widowhood,

Thank you for sharing this beauty from ashes story of living as a modern Muslim widow. These are the stories that unite us vs. divide us in humanity. May Allah continue to bless you with love and community and life. I'm so proud of you.
Carolyn Moor
#205 Illona 2015-11-12 23:38
As Salaamu alaikum, I was very happy to find this site and to know that I am not alone as a muslim widow, truly missing my husband of 29 yrs. I look forward to meeting in paradise, but still struggle with daily life tasks. Thanks for the advice to listen to Quran, cry if feel to and make salat. He helped me as a revert to Islam, so now I am trying to find other sisters, but dont find them very friendly.
#204 Khadijah 2015-05-27 20:31
as salaam alikum I just lost my husband last week this is the second I have lost in ten years both beloved both special wonderful brothers ALLAH truly blessed me so people don't get live like that once let alone twice . I am sitting in my room alone crying my broken hearts out today was my birthday and Friday is mine we didn't celebrate birthdays but we made fun of the fact that we were born a day apart. He was my best friend I don't have a sister to call and pour my heart out to they are all yo young so thanks for the story I needed to hear it
#203 Tarana Pervaiz 2015-05-21 02:03
Assalamoalaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu. I am 35 and observing period of iddat. I just read ur story it gave me lot of strength to face his absence . I pray for both of them May Alllah grant them a' la maqam in jannah. And guide us to be with our beloved husband in jannnah. Ameen

I miss him alot . . . and often think what will I do without him (after complition of iddat). It was only two years of our marriage .In this short lperiod beside having that dreaded disease he always tried to make me happy. He suffered but still gave me memories to cherish. He had Cancer. But has never let that disease to take the love and happiness away from our life. He was such a courageous man. I thanks allah dat he has chosen me to be his side in his last time. Though it was very tough.

May he rest in peace. May allah showers his blessings on him. Ameen
#202 Noam C. not my real name 2015-03-10 08:44
WOW just what I was looking for. Came here by searching for muslim
#201 Asiyah 2015-03-09 03:45
This has me just crying ... I've been feeing all these feelings miss him so much.
#200 lisa 2015-03-07 13:04
AsSalaamu Alaikum Dear Sister,
Can I ask how the inheritance worked for you? Did you get to keep the house or you had to move out? My husband is writing a will and he thinks I need to move out pronto after his death and have all belongings including car divided among the heirs. I'm already grieving this day. Please help
#199 Hawa 2015-02-13 19:38
MashA Allah I find this beautiful May Allah forgive him his sins and grant him paradise and make his grave comfortable. for him.Ameen and for all the muslims. I lost my dear mother 2 months ago and I miss her so much but this loss draw me closer to Allah and made me think about death more often. Although I accepted death before my loss but now I expect it and I am less afraid (maybe because I want to be reunited with my beloved mother quickly). Our time will come and untill then we need to be prepared for it with alot of good deeds.
#198 Sameera 2015-02-06 06:31
As Salaam Alaikum dear sister... MashaAllah, your story of love is beautiful. May Allah bless your soul and may your husband have peace n comfort as he rest... Amin. I found this article as I was looking for comfort for my lost. I too lost my dear husband very recent. I can totally relate to you sister except I still have children at home to raise... But am still thankful to have them and up for the challenge...InS haAllah when this life is over we all will be reunited with our loves in Jannah. I've learned so much through the lost of my husband and like you said, you love him now more than ever... I can sooo relate to that. But once they're gone, you no longer have their presence to share the love,everywhere n everyday you see and feel traces of their love... And somehow, strangely the love grows stronger and even more. Sealed, I will love him for the rest of my being. Well sister, Jazakum Allahu Khairn sister... May Allah care for you best, Allah is your Wali surely.
#197 mahira 2014-12-18 04:02
Assalamu alaikum sister this is very heartbreaking the same story for me I am a widow my husband passed away before five years has gone inshaa Allah v will meet at jannahthul firdous in shaa Allah.
#196 Dalal 2014-10-18 11:05
Quci add on my previous note, I am trying to share my story as well on the website I provided but am not sure if it will actually reach people. Please check it out as it is only the beginning but wish if you could help me out and encourage me to continue.

May Allah bless you.
#195 Dalal 2014-10-18 11:03
Beautiful story. May Allah forgive and bless him and give him a place in jannat al fardos where you will inshAllah reunite with him again. I totally agree that sometimes it takes losing a person to really know how much Allah is worth and how much he can do for us, and I just wish that everyone could know the true meaning of Allah before they lose anyone very close to them. Your story is very inspiring and I am so very proud of your progress. I have lost someone close to me but not as close as your husband to you and you can say that is when i understood that only Allah can cure the feeling of loneliness and make you feel better than you ever can imagine. Ina Allah ghafoorn raheem. May Allah bless us all and grant us jannat al fardos. May Allah grant you happiness and joy and give you all that you wish for.
#194 M A R Haider 2014-10-02 09:40
Alhamdolillah,U both are really fortunate for each other. mashaAllah being husband of such a nice lady and being wife of such a nice person you will be meeting in Jannah inshalla.May Allah help and guide u my great sister Aamin
#193 Ahmed Rashid 2014-09-29 05:46
Thanks dear sister, it is really sad. And we pray fro your husband to take him to the Janna.

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