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"nikkah" poems
Dua to attract someone Today i am going to tell you about the love, attraction in our beautiful and complete deen Islam as our religion is all complete and Allah does that perfect with his all showering blessings upon allah regret making some of the decisions during now days due to they fall in love with in immature or inappropriate age with the wrong person. Many people are facing all these obstacles in their love life! do you know? that Allah created His slaves whom the first one was very respected Hazrat Aadam A.s and then Allah Saw him alone so Allah created an attraction for him none other than but bibi Hawa, when hazrat Adam A.S looked at her he did feel a beautiful love attraction and tried to touch her but Allah commanded “stop”! Hazrat Adam does not touched her with out the command of Allah. Allah made them in the bound of nikkah him self and then allowed him to love her. Islamic Ruhani Amal Specialist Wazifa dua for love marriage, Contact to Molvi ji +91-9915222591 http://www.powerfulduaforlove.com/
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Powerful Dua for Love
she sat on the beige satin couch looking down at her feet which were designed with intricate patterns made of mehndi her nails painted a light pink a color much like the subtle blush on her cheeks she was fair, but not pale, she had a shine to her, a glow her face was hidden for the most with a white lace dupatta like the midnight moon hidden behind translucent clouds most of her hair was tucked neatly away except the loose strand which rested on her forehead a curl, the color of sweetened caramel soft, delicate; and ever so sweet she brushed it back with her small hands but it bounced right back, falling on her face she looked up, slightly titling her head towards the light the way sunlight hit her eyes made you want to never look away oh, her eyes lined with kajal, they stood out the kind of eyes you could find yourself getting lost in hazel and green- with specks of yellow and blue there was a universe within those eyes like the rainforest after a summer sprinkle lush, pure, mesmerizing but they were quickly hidden once more as she delicately pulled the dupatta closer to her face and smoothed down the crease in her silk kameez her movements were entrancing you could not look away the more you looked, the more you craved to catch one more glance gentle, soft, kind never in a rush you couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to feel her touch the only words we heard her speak was right when the sun began to set and the orange-red rays reflected in the pearls around her neck, the only jewelry she wore, yet enough to adorn her her puckered mouth opened softly and she was bearly audible as she spoke her voice like honey: sweet & melodious if she never stopped speaking, you'd never stop listening she spoke with a tender sort of confidence & surety "qabool hai, qabool hai, qabool hai"
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
nikkah- marriage ceremony
she sat on the beige satin couch looking down at her feet which were designed with intricate patterns made of mehndi her nails painted a light pink a color much like the subtle blush on her cheeks she was fair, but not pale, she had a shine to her, a glow her face was hidden for the most with a white lace dupatta like the midnight moon hidden behind translucent clouds most of her hair was tucked neatly away except the loose strand which rested on her forehead a curl, the color of sweetened caramel soft, delicate; and ever so sweet she brushed it back with her small hands but it bounced right back, falling on her face she looked up, slightly titling her head towards the light the way sunlight hit her eyes made you want to never look away oh, her eyes lined with kajal, they stood out the kind of eyes you could find yourself getting lost in hazel and green- with specks of yellow and blue there was a universe within those eyes like the rainforest after a summer sprinkle lush, pure, mesmerizing but they were quickly hidden once more as she delicately pulled the dupatta closer to her face and smoothed down the crease in her silk kameez her movements were entrancing you could not look away the more you looked, the more you craved to catch one more glance gentle, soft, kind never in a rush you couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to feel her touch the only words we heard her speak was right when the sun began to set and the orange-red rays reflected in the pearls around her neck, the only jewelry she wore, yet enough to adorn her her puckered mouth opened softly and she was bearly audible as she spoke her voice like honey: sweet & melodious if she never stopped speaking, you'd never stop listening she spoke with a tender sort of confidence & surety "qabool hai, qabool hai, qabool hai"
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