The Precious Muslimah


In the wake of oppression and the dawn of damnation, A precious Muslimah stand tall, to face every tussle in the midst of struggle...

Hijab is by choice not of any compulsion, neither does it indicate stagnation. A wonderful creation, fashioned by the best of creator, with the best of imagination.

Cute is her curve buried beneath her hijab, lower your gaze my brother, lest you earn yourself a jab. Her beauty is not for congregation, she obeys Ọba Allaah without hesitation...

She fears Allaah, not only for implications, but to submit to her Lord with all humiliation. Ummu Mumeen is her role model, even in this isolation, she's caring mother with distinction...

To be obey Allaah is strictly her decision, she never needs your opinion in a world full of condemnation. She's distinct from demi-gods, I means those in skimpy-tops, you don't wanna mix garri with sand-grouse...

Jannah is her focus, this ain't exergeration or bogus, that's why she's ain't porous,  Firdaus will be a bonus...

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