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I think we all have a certain date or phase in our lives that divides our existence into two halves: life before that moment and life after it.
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“Paid Mostly By Hindu Taxpayers” 🤡
An average Indian Muslim spends more and thus automatically pays more taxes to the Union government than an Indian Hindu.
Indian Muslim Taxes are literally feeding Sanghis.
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Houthi anti-tank unit takes out a vehicle of the Saudi-backed mercenaries from across an entire mountain valley!
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This is what happens when you go to Masjid once in a year
When I saw a Muslim woman, Adv. @RuhaLatif speaking to her community, I listened to her very carefully. Now I'm leaving this here without further comments. Respect. 👏🏾
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It's crazy how someone can go from making you feel so wanted to making you question whether they want you around at all.
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i wish you knew how many times I've opened our chat,typed something and deleted it because I didn't know if you'd care.
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some nights, I miss you so much that I almost forget all the reasons things aren't the same anymore.
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i wonder if you ever miss me randomly, the way I miss you when something reminds me of us.
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i miss you in the most random moments.
when something funny happens, when i have a bad day, when i hear a song, or when i simply have nothing to do.
you're still the person i want to talk to, even though we're not as close as we used to be.
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we went from telling each other everything to knowing almost nothing about eachother's lives.
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i wish I could go back to the first conversation and experience it all again, knowing what I know now.
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i miss the days when your name popping up on my phone could instantly make my day better.
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i dont think you understand how badly I miss you.
not just your presence, but the way we used to talk, the way you cared, and how easy everything felt before it changed.
nobody prepares you for the amount of pain and grief you experience when you have to forgive yourself for believing someone was actually a genuine person. the hardest part isn't just their betrayal. it's the shame you carry for ignoring your instincts.

















