The novel #Red_Shield The ninth episode ▫️ I was just staring at what I heard from you; There was no more anger in his voice and eyes. The dirt that I had sprinkled on his face still remained on his eyelids and cheeks, and it was as if he was no longer the ISIS inspector who spoke in a soft tone: "I came for identification. In the evening, the movement of that car seemed suspicious to me, I was afraid that it was a suicide bomber coming towards Baghdad. When I looked with the camera, the presence of a woman in the car made me more suspicious, I understood from your closed eyes that you were captured. My colleagues were waiting for me before dark, but I couldn't go back, I had to intervene.» ▫️ He was saying and I could see the miracle of Imam Zaman (peace be upon him) in the twist of his words and I couldn't believe that he heard the pulse of my breath and whispered like a man: "I really wanted to take his breath right there, but our ambush around Fallujah should not be exposed, that's why I had to close his mouth with money so that he would not think about human trafficking until he leaves Fallujah in a few days. Let's give them hell!" The gentleness of his tone and the nobility of his look were like a dream; I just realized that in all those moments when I imagined that he was struggling to possess me, he had manfully stepped in to save this strange girl, whose jealousy left my eyes breathless.» ▪️ The traffic at the entrance of Baghdad has delayed us and I am still confused, so scared, my gaze was moving in the darkness of the night and between the cars in front of us, and he took my hand: "Don't be afraid anymore! Whatever happened is over.» ▫️Perhaps the moan of Ya Saheb al-Zamanam was still ringing in his ears and a question was weighing heavily on his chest. He looked at the row of cars and the warmth of his tone touched my heart: "Are you a Shiite?" ▪️The majority of Fallujah were Sunnis, and perhaps he couldn't believe that this girl captured by ISIS happened to be a Shia, so my eyes fell from the shame of what Nanjib had heard about me, and my voice broke: "Yes!" I didn't look at him, but from the heat of his loud breath, I understood that he imagined the calamity that was going around my head, he was on fire and he was relieved that instead of me, he fell at the feet of Imam Zaman (peace be upon him): "Is it possible for Hazrat Waliasr (peace be upon him) to put his Shiites among so many wolves? Leave it alone?" ▫️ And this miracle had saved me that my patience broke and tears fell from my eyes again.I was ashamed to let him see my tears as I choked the cry down my throat, and again, the sound of my anger was clearly heard until we entered Baghdad. ▪️ His question still remains unanswered and maybe he was ashamed to ask again that I took the initiative myself: "One of my student friends lives in Baghdad!" And this one sentence opened the blind knot in his mind that he asked without hesitation: "Well, where is the address?" ▫️ He didn't know how anxious I was to go to Nurul-Hadi's house, so I replied with a long pause: "Shahrek Sadr." Until an hour ago, I imagined that I was walking hand in hand among the Daesh, and now this freedom was so sweet that I was satisfied to go to Nurul-Hadi's house on my own. Sadr town was located east of Baghdad, and crossing the Tigris river bridge means all the memories of Baghdad University, Nurul-Hadi, and Amer, which I sank into myself more.▫️ Until I reached Sadr town, she didn't speak a word anymore and the silence of her presence was like peace that after a few hours of captivity and suffering from fear and pain, my eyes were drowsy and I still couldn't believe God that the nightmare of my slavery is over, that my heart is again The chest flutters. ▪️We arrived in front of Noor El-Hadi's house, he turned off the car and just saw the ISIS animal wrapped my narrow wrist with several rounds of chain, his eyes caught fire and the ashes of his gaze settled on my hands. 📖 continues. ✍ Author: Fateme Vali-nejad

#اطلاعیه #دوشنبه_های_قرآنی 🌱🌸ویژه برنامه خانواده قرآنی🌸🌱 با حضور امام جماعت مسجد،استاد ممتاز قرآن کریم 🔹 حجت الاسلام شیخ استرکی 🔹 هفته سی و یکم؛ یادبود: حاج محمدصادقی زاد گلستانه و همسر مرحومش اش و شهید محمدرضا صادقی خرمدشتی 🔺 دوشنبه ۱۰ دی ماه ۱۴۰۳- بعد از نماز مغرب و عشا 🔺خیابان آیت الله یثربی(ره)- مسجد اعظم علی بن ابیطالب(ع) به استقبال کنگره ملی شهدای کاشان میرویم... 🔰 دارالقرآن کریم 🔰 هیئت امناء مسجد علی بن ابیطالب(ع) هیئت حضرت ابوالفضل(ع) کانون فرهنگی هنری کوثر ولایت پایگاه آیت الله آمیرسیدعلی یثربی(ع) کانال ما رو در لینک زیر دنبال کنین👇 💠‌@Yasrebikashan

رمان #سپر_سرخ 🔻قسمت دهم ◽دستش را پیش آورد؛ تلاش می‌کرد بدون هیچ برخوردی بین دستان‌مان، زنجیر را به آرامی از مچم باز کند و بی‌صدا زمزمه کرد: «ببخشید اونجوری می‌کشیدم‌تون، باید زودتر از منطقه می‌رفتیم. هر لحظه ممکن بود تو کمین‌شون بیفتیم!» ◾بی‌آنکه دستانم را لمس کند، حرارت سرانگشتش را حس می‌کردم و نجابت از لحن و نگاهش می‌چکید. ◽آخرین دور زنجیر را هم گشود و تازه هر دو دیدیم از فشار زنجیر، دستم زخم برداشته و آستین روپوش سفیدم خونی شده است که آیینۀ چشمانش از اشک درخشید و صدایش لرزید: «یازینب!» ◾همین یک کلمه انتهای روضه بود و او می‌دانست همان یک ساعتی که با تمام قدرت مرا دنبال خودش می‌کشید، دستانم را بریده که نفسش گرفت: «حلالم کنید، فقط می‌خواستم زودتر از اون جهنم نجات‌تون بدم.» ◽اینهمه مظلومیتم رگ غیرتش را بریده و هنوز نگاه نجس آن داعشی به چشمش خنجر می‌زد که بوی خون در کلامش پیچید: «همین روزا ابومهدی دستور آغاز عملیات فلوجه رو میده. والله انتقام همه مردم عراق رو از این نامسلمونا می‌گیریم!» ◾جانم را با مردانگی‌اش نجات داده و نمی‌خواستم بیش از این خجالت بکشد که خون آستینم را با کف دست دیگرم پوشاندم و او استخوانی در گلویش مانده بود که با دلواپسی سفارش کرد: «حتماً این دوست‌تون مورد اعتماده که خواستید بیارم‌تون اینجا اما جاسوسای داعش همه جا هستن، پس خواهش می‌کنم نذارید کسی بفهمه چه اتفاقی براتون افتاده!» ◽برای ادای جمله آخر خجالت می‌کشید که با نگاهش روی دستان کبودم دنبال کلمه می‌گشت و حرف آخر را به سختی زد: «بهتره نذارید کسی بدونه کی شما رو اورده بغداد!» ◾منظورش را نفهمیدم و او دیگر حرفی برای گفتن نداشت که با چشمان سر به زیرش، مرا به خدا سپرد و باز سفارش کرد: «شما برید، من همینجا می‌مونم. چند دقیقه هم صبر می‌کنم که اگه مشکلی بود برگردید!» ◽او حرف می‌زد و زیر سرانگشت مهربانی‌اش تار و پود دلم می‌لرزید که سه سال در محاصره فلوجه فقط وحشی‌گری داعش را دیده بودم و جوانمردی او مرهم همه درد‌های مانده بر دلم می‌شد. ◾دستم به سمت دستگیره رفت و پایم برای رفتن به خانه نورالهدی پیش نمی‌رفت که با اکراه در را گشودم و ناگزیر از ماشین پیاده شدم. ◽زنگ خانه را زدم و هنوز این در و دیوار برایم بوی بی وفایی می داد که شیشه دلم، دوباره در هم شکست. یک نگاهم به زنگ در بود تا کسی پاسخم را بدهد و یک نگاهم به او که از پشت فرمان همچنان مراقبم بود تا صدای نورالهدی به گوشم رسید: «بله؟» ◾بیش از سه سال بود از بهترین رفیق دوران دانشگاهم بی خبر مانده و حالا اینهمه بی‌کسی مرا تا پشت خانه‌اش کشانده بود که مظلومانه پاسخ دادم: «منم، آمال!» ◽نمی‌دانم از شنیدن نامم چه حالی شد که بلافاصله خودش را پشت در رساند و همین ظاهر خرابم، حالش را به هم ریخت. ◾تک و تنها در شب با روپوش خاکی پرستاری، چشمانی که از گریه ورم کرده و دستانی که کبود و زخمی شده بود. با نگاه حیرانش در سرتاپای شکسته‌ام دنبال دلیلی می‌گشت و تنهایی از صورتم می‌بارید که مثل جانش در آغوشم کشید. ◽سرم روی شانه نورالهدی مانده و نگاهم دنبال اتومبیل او بود که به راه افتاد و مقابل چشمانم از کوچه بیرون رفت. ◾حس غریبی در جانم بود؛ او را نمی شناختم و به هوای همین یکی دو ساعتی که با مردانگی پناهم داده بود، دلم می خواست باز هم کنارم بماند و همین که از خم کوچه پنهان شد، قلبم گرفت. ◽یک ساعت کشید تا با نفس‌های بریده و چشمانی که بی‌بهانه می‌بارید، برای نورالهدی بگویم چه بر سرم آمده و او فقط از شنیدن آنچه من دیده بودم، حتی نگاهش می لرزید. ◾کمکم کرد تا دست و صورتم را بشویم، برایم لباس تمیز آورد و با همان مهربانی همیشگی خیالم را تخت کرد: «ابوزینب خونه نیس، راحت باش عزیزم!» ◽آخرین بار با دلگیری از او جدا شده و حالا نمی‌خواست به رخم بکشد که بی‌ریا به فدایم می‌رفت: «فدات بشم آمال! این سال‌ها همش دلم برات شور می‌زد که تو فلوجه چه بلایی سرت اومده! خدا رو شکر می‌کنم که سالمی عزیزدلم!» ◾دختران کوچکش همان کنج اتاق خوابیده و او خودش مادر بود که با چشمان نگرانش، خانه را به یاد حال خرابم آورد: «الان مادر پدرت ازت بی‌خبرن؟» ◽دلم برای آغوش مادر و امنیت سایه پدرم پر می‌کشید؛می‌دانستم همین که تا این ساعت به خانه برنگشته‌ام، جان‌شان را گرفته و حیوانات داعشی راهی برای ارتباط مردم فلوجه باقی نگذاشته بودند. ◾تصور اینکه امشب از بی‌خبری و چشم‌انتظاری چه زجری می‌کشند، قاتل جانم شده و فقط دعا می‌کردم عملیات آزادسازی فلوجه که آن جوان خبرش را داده بود، همین فردا آغاز شود و به‌خدا می‌ترسیدم تا آن لحظه پدر و مادرم از وحشت عاقبت من، جان داده باشند... 📖 ادامه دارد...

The novel #Red_Shield 10th episode He extended his hand; He was trying to slowly untie the chain from my wrist without any contact between our hands and quietly whispered: "I'm sorry I dragged you like that, we should have left the area earlier. We could be ambushed at any moment!" Without touching my hands, I could feel the heat of his thumb, and the decency dripped from his tone and look. ◽ He opened the last round of the chain and we both saw that my hand was injured and the sleeve of my white robe was bloodied due to the pressure of the chain, and his eyes shone with tears and his voice trembled: "Yazinab!" This was the last word of the prayer and he knew that for an hour he was pulling me after him with all his strength, he cut my hands and breathed: "Forgive me, I just wanted to save you from that hell as soon as possible.» ◽ All my oppression has cut the vein of his jealousy and still the impure look of that Daesh was stabbing him in the eye, and the smell of blood filled his words: "This very day, Abu Mahdi orders the start of the Fallujah operation.By Allah, we will take revenge on all Iraqi people from this non-Muslim!" He saved my life with his masculinity and I didn't want him to be more embarrassed that I covered the blood on my sleeve with my other palm, and he had a bone in his throat that he ordered with concern: "Surely this is your trusted friend who wanted me to bring you here, but he is an ISIS spy." They are there, so please don't let anyone know what happened to you!" ◽ He was embarrassed to say the last sentence, looking at my bruised hands for words, and said the last word with difficulty: "It's better not to let anyone know who brought you to Baghdad!" I didn't understand what he meant, and he had nothing more to say, so he left me to God with his eyes down, and ordered again: "You go, I'll stay here."I will wait a few minutes for you to come back if there is a problem!" ◽ He was talking and under the thumb of his kindness, my heart trembled, as I had only seen the brutality of ISIS during the siege of Fallujah for three years, and his chivalry became a salve for all the pains left in my heart. My hand went to the doorknob and my foot could not go to Nooralhedi's house, so I reluctantly opened the door and got out of the car. ◽ I rang the doorbell and still this door and wall smelled unfaithful to me, and the glass in my heart broke again.I looked at the doorbell for someone to answer me, and I looked at him, who was still watching over me from behind the steering wheel, until I heard Nooralhedi's voice: "Yes?" For more than three years, he had not known about my best friend from my university days, and now he had dragged me to the back of his house so much that I replied, "Me, Amal!" I don't know what happened to him when he heard my name, he immediately went to the door and my bad appearance upset him. Alone at night with a khaki nursing gown, eyes swollen from crying and hands that were bruised and wounded. He was looking for a reason in my broken head with his surprised look, and loneliness was pouring from my face that he hugged me like his life. My head rested on Nooralhedi's shoulder and my eyes followed his car, which started and left the street in front of my eyes.I had a strange feeling in my soul; I didn't know him, and for the one or two hours he sheltered me with manhood, I wanted him to stay by my side again, and as soon as he hid from the corner of the alley, my heart sank. ◽ It took me an hour to tell Nooralhedi what happened to me with short breaths and eyes that were raining for no reason, and he even shook his eyes just hearing what I had seen.He helped me to wash my hands and face, brought me clean clothes and comforted me with the same kindness as usual: "Abu Zainab is not at home, relax my dear!"

For the last time, he broke up with her with sadness, and now he didn't want to show me that he was going to save me without hypocrisy: "Sacrifice my hopes! All these years, I have been thinking about what happened to you in Fallujah! I thank God that you are healthy, my dear! Her little girls are sleeping in the corner of the room and she herself was the mother who reminded me of the ruined house with her worried eyes: "Does your mother and father not know about you now?" My heart yearned for my mother's embrace and the safety of my father's shadow; I knew that since I had not returned home until this hour, they had taken their lives and ISIS animals had left no way for the people of Fallujah to communicate.◾Imagination of the suffering they will suffer tonight due to ignorance and expectation has killed my life and I was only praying that the operation to liberate Fallujah that that young man had announced would start tomorrow and I was afraid of God that by that moment my parents would have died from the fear of my fate. to be 📖 continues

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📕رمان #سپر_سرخ 🔻قسمت دوازدهم ▫️من نمی‌شناختم اما انگار نورالهدی به خوبی او را می‌شناخت و شاید انتظارش را نمی‌کشید که مردد در را گشود و با دلخوری اعتراض کرد:«مگه نگفتم امشب نیا!» ▪️نورالهدی بی‌حجاب مقابل در ایستاده و حال من امروز به قدری زیر و رو شده بود که حتی فکرم به درستی کار نمی‌کرد مَحرم نورالهدی پشت در است و همچنان مات و متحیر مانده بودم. ▫️میهمان ناخوانده می‌خواست وارد شود و او باز ممانعت می‌کرد:«امشب نه! چرا متوجه نمیشی؟»و دیگر صدای مرد بلند شده و به ضوح شنیده می‌شد:«می‌فهمی چی میگی؟آمال تو خونه تو باشه و من نیام ببینمش؟» ▪️از اینکه نام خودم را از زبان او می‌شنیدم،نفسم گرفت و دیگر می‌دانستم چرا اینهمه برای ورود به خانه اصرار می‌کند! ▫️صدایش را شناخته و باید باور می‌کردم درست در شبی که سخت‌ترین ثانیه‌های عمرم را سپری کرده بودم،او به ملاقاتم آمده است. ▪️بیش از سه سال از آخرین دیدارمان سپری می‌شد و در و دیوار بلند و تاریک فلوجه که این سال‌ها زندان ما شده بود، همه چیز حتی صدای او را از خاطرم برده بود. ▫️نورالهدی با قدوقامت ظریفش در همان پاشنۀ در، سدّ راهش شده و در برابر برادرش،مردانه مقاومت می‌کرد:«بهت میگم حالش خوب نیس، الان نمیشه ببینیش!» ▪️و همین حرف‌ها برای جان به لب کردن او کافی بود که کلماتش مثل قلب من می‌لرزید:«چرا حالش خوب نیس؟اصلاً اون چجوری از فلوجه خارج شده؟چه بلایی سرش اومده؟» ▫️حقیقتاً خودم هم حالا نمی‌خواستم او را ببینم اما نورالهدی دیگر حریفش نمی‌شد که به سمتم چرخید و من از چشمان نگرانش آیه را خواندم. ▪️روسری‌ام را دوباره سر کردم و با جانی که برایم نمانده بود به اجبار از جا بلند شدم. ▫️آخرین بار راضی به رفتنش نبودم و حالا راضی به آمدنش نمی‌شدم که حال دلم بی‌نهایت به‌هم ریخته و انگار متهم این سه سال رنج و عذابم در فلوجه او بود که تا داخل شد،قلبم از درد تیر کشید. ▪️در همین تاریکی و نور کم‌جان شمع، مشخص بود اصلاً تغییر نکرده است؛همانطور سرحال و سرزنده و خوش تیپ و حالا نگران که با چشمانش دنبالم می‌گشت و همین که کنج دیوار پیدایم کرد، میان اتاق خشکش زد:«آمال! چه بلایی سرت اومده؟» ▫️شاید خودم نمی‌فهمیدم اما این حبس سه‌ساله در فلوجه شکسته و افسرده‌ام کرده بود و با بلایی که امروز جانم را گرفته بود، شبیه یک جنازه بودم. ▪️نمی‌توانستم بفهمم هنوز دوستش دارم یا نه که نگاهم به زمین افتاد، کاسه صبرم شکست و اشکم بی‌صدا چکید. ▫️او قدم قدم به سمتم می‌آمد و من ذره‌ذره آب شده بودم که تا نزدیکم رسید سرم را بالا گرفتم تا ردّ دردهایم را بهتر ببیند. ▪️چقدر گفتم بماند،چقدر خواستم تا نرود و حالا که تا مغز استخوانم سوخته بود، از جانم چه می‌خواست؟ ▫️با نگاهش دور صورتم دنبال پاسخی بود و من مثل کودکی که گم شده باشد به گریه افتادم و لب‌هایم دوباره از ترس می‌لرزید. ▪️اینهمه به‌هم ریختگی‌ام دیوانه‌اش کرده بود، دیگر جرأت نمی‌کرد چیزی بپرسد و انگار او هم مثل من زیر آوار خاطره خراب شده بود که خودش را روی مبل رها کرد و در سکوتی دردناک، فقط نگاهم می‌کرد. ▫️این خانه تاریک و روشنایی یک شمع و چشمان همچنان عاشق او کافی بود تا روزهای خوش دانشجویی در خاطر خسته‌ام زنده شود. ▪️روزهای پایانی دوره پرستاری من و نورالهدی در دانشگاه بغداد بود و قرار بود آغاز زندگی جدید من باشد که جمعۀ همان هفته، برای جشن نامزدی من و عامر تعیین شده بود. ▫️نخستین بار او را زمانی دیده بودم که دنبال نورالهدی به دانشگاه آمده بود و شاید نورالهدی عمداً برادرش را به دانشگاه کشانده بود تا من را ببیند و همین دیدار،سرنوشت ما را تغییر داد. ▪️دل او گرفتار من شد و به‌قدری شیوا صحبت می‌کرد که سرانجام دل من را هم به دست آورد و بعد از توافق خانواده‌ها و پس از یک سال آشنایی،قرار عقدمان تعیین شد. ▫️به پیشنهاد نورالهدی تصمیم گرفتیم خطبۀ عقد در حرم کاظمین خوانده شود و مگر خوشبختی از این بالاتر می‌شد؟ ▪️خانوادۀ من از فلوجه به بغداد آمده و ساعتی به اذان مغرب مانده بود که راهی حرم با صفای باب‌الحوائج و باب‌المراد(علیهماالسلام) شدیم. ▫️ماه‌ها با محبت و شیرین‌زبانی و هدیه‌های پر رنگ و لعابی که برایم می‌خرید، دلم را به دست آورده و حالا در محضر حرم با صفای کاظمین،به همسری‌اش راضی شده بودم و خبر نداشتم هرآنچه در دلم ساخته، با یک خبر خراب می‌کند. ▪️زیر چادر مشکی عربی، پیراهن بلند سفیدی با خطوط طلایی پوشیده و در انتظار آغاز مراسم روی یکی از پله‌های حاشیۀ صحن نشسته بودم. اقوام من و عامر، اطرافمان جمع شده و چشم من فقط به دوگنبد زیبای کاظمین بود و زیر لب دعا میکردم خوشبختی‌ام در همین حرم رقم بخورد... 📖 ادامه دارد...

▪️ My family came to Baghdad from Fallujah and it was an hour before the Maghrib call to prayer when we left for the holy shrine with the peace of Bab al-Hawaij and Bab al-Murad (peace be upon them). ▫️ He has won my heart for months with his love and sweet language and the colorful gifts that he buys for me, and now in the presence of Kazemin's shrine, I was content to be his wife and I didn't know that he will ruin everything that I have built in my heart with a single piece of news.▪️ I was wearing a long white shirt with golden stripes under the black Arabic tent and was sitting on one of the steps on the side of the court while waiting for the ceremony to begin. My relatives and Amer gathered around us and my eyes were only on the beautiful dome of Kazmin and I was praying that my happiness would be in this shrine. 📖 continues

The novel #Red_Shield The twelfth episode ▫️ I didn't know him, but it seems Nooralhedi knew him well and maybe he didn't expect him to open the door hesitantly and protested with annoyance: "Didn't I say don't come tonight!" Nooralhedi was standing in front of the door without a veil, and today I was so upset that I didn't even think that Mahram Nooralhedi was behind the door, and I was still dumbfounded. ▫️ The uninvited guest wanted to enter and he prevented again: "Not tonight! Why don't you understand?" And the man's voice was raised and could be heard clearly. ▪️ Hearing my name from his mouth, I breathed and I knew why he insists so much to enter the house! ▫️ I recognized his voice and I had to believe that he came to meet me right on the night when I had spent the most difficult seconds of my life.More than three years had passed since our last meeting, and the high and dark wall of Fallujah, which had become our prison for all these years, had forgotten everything, even his voice. ▫️ Noorahdi, with her delicate stature, stood in the way of the door and resisted her brother manfully: "I'm telling you, he's not well, you can't see him now!" And these words were enough to kill him, his words trembled like my heart: "Why is he not well? How did he get out of Fallujah? What happened to him?" ▫️I really didn't want to see him now, but Nooralhedi could no longer be his opponent, so he turned to me and I read the verse from his worried eyes. I put my scarf back on and forced myself to get up with the life I had left.▫️ Last time I was not satisfied with him leaving, and now I was not satisfied with his coming, because my heart is so messed up and it was as if he was responsible for these three years of my suffering in Fallujah. ▪️ In this darkness and dim light of the candle, it was clear that he has not changed at all; just as cheerful and lively and handsome and now worried, he was looking for me with his eyes, and as soon as he found me at the corner of the wall, he shouted in the middle of his room: "Amal! What's wrong with you?" ▫️Maybe I didn't understand it myself, but this three-year imprisonment in Fallujah had broken me and made me depressed, and with the calamity that took my life today, I was like a corpse. ▪️ I couldn't understand whether I still love him or not when my eyes fell on the ground, my patience broke and my tears fell silently. ▫️ He was coming towards me step by step and I was melting bit by bit when he reached me, I raised my head so that he could see the traces of my pain better.▪️ How much I told him to stay, how much I asked him not to go, and now that my bone marrow was burned, what did he want from my life? ▫️ He was looking around my face for an answer and I cried like a lost child and my lips trembled again with fear. ▪️ So much of my confusion made him crazy, he didn't dare to ask anything anymore and it was like he was ruined under the debris of memory like me, so he left himself on the sofa and just looked at me in painful silence. ▫️ This dark house and the light of a candle and eyes still in love with him were enough to revive the happy days of being a student in my tired mind. ▪️ It was the last days of my nursing course with Noor Al-Hadi at Baghdad University, and it was supposed to be the beginning of my new life, which was set for the engagement party of me and Amer on Friday of the same week.▫️ I had seen him for the first time when he came to the university after Nooralhedi and maybe Nooralhedi had deliberately brought his brother to the university to see me and this meeting changed our fate. ▪️He fell in love with me and he spoke so eloquently that he finally won my heart and after the agreement of the families and after a year of acquaintance, our marriage date was set. ▫️ At the suggestion of Nurul-Hadi, we decided to read the wedding sermon in the Kazmin shrine, and could happiness be any higher than this?