@x.sharika: Pack Umrah gifts with me 🕋 #umrahgifts #umrah #makkah #madinah #saudiarabia #hajj #zamzam #islamicgift #fyp

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c.de112
نبآ🌻 :
Oh you rich rich
2024-12-05 05:31:41
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bishop_377
bishop_377 :
Please could you share the details of where u got the stickers and bags from plz
2024-12-02 13:19:59
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travel_queen_1
🎀 :
Where did you buy the stickers from please?
2024-12-02 00:38:20
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attyy224
A 🥷🏻 :
Where did u get ur bottles from?
2024-12-01 23:19:56
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kitabbeebooks
Think About It 🍉 :
You should post your sticker designs on Etsy and even consider a business in which you create ummrah baskets 🧺
2025-01-24 15:02:09
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zahraalt123
user7875319472464 :
Can u please answer there the stickers is from??
2024-12-04 12:59:48
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jacksmex
Jacks :
How many ML are the bottles?
2025-01-15 16:14:26
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.kkyuubii
Mariaaa :
Please share where do you customise the stickers?
2025-01-14 22:36:27
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user6776693335496
Felj :
Hoe moet je dat bestellen
2024-12-02 16:54:17
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ally_476
user3136783406021 :
Could you share the link to the bottles pls
2024-12-02 01:08:34
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peace2811
Peace2811 :
Where are the round kabah stickers from plz
2024-12-06 22:49:46
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asiamanzoor3110
asiamanzoor3110 :
Where are the bottles from and what size are they pls?
2024-12-01 23:37:32
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aishaanatha
aishanatha :
Oh wow 🤩
2024-12-01 22:31:10
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bothayna08
bothayna08 :
Allahumma barik 🤍
2024-12-03 01:50:19
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ma80687
A80687 :
Sind die Flaschen aus Kunststoff oder aus Glas?
2025-12-23 16:51:09
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nadirah58
Nadirah Talati :
You forgot to give me mine xx
2024-12-01 22:31:02
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shezzz96
Shezzz96 :
I love this ماشاء الله ✨😍
2024-12-01 21:11:47
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kitabbeebooks
Think About It 🍉 :
Love this! Very thoughtful and beautifully packaged - like the prophet said “tahadu tahabu” give gifts and love each other ❤️🌹
2025-01-24 15:01:04
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kam48181
am :
Mashallah everything is beautiful clean and stunning تقبل الله
2024-12-04 19:46:44
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user.r2479
RM :
Lovee ماشاء الله
2024-12-01 21:37:47
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assina79
assinan :
salamoualaikom vraagje van waar de stickers alstublieft
2025-09-24 12:37:59
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ahhhju
user25767212813 :
Where are the attar bottles from
2026-02-07 14:27:47
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l.chou
user2219196287626 :
Where did you get your stickers from?
2025-10-24 12:15:35
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farasha.303
HF :
Waar zijn deze stickers van? Heb je een link die je kan delen
2025-12-23 18:05:18
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liyaali26
Liya :
So gorgeous 🤍
2024-12-02 06:38:37
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The Western romance with. Russia has become a kind of political trompe-l’œil: depth painted onto decay, strength painted onto exhaustion, tradition painted onto obedience. Andrew Tate’s praise of Russia belongs to this genre. It is Russia as mood board. Churches. Snow. Icons. Oil. Missiles. Literature. Men in uniforms. Women in dresses. A civilization arranged for the camera, severe and flattering, with the unpleasant parts kept outside the frame. Russia has greatness. That much is obvious. Its novels understand guilt, humiliation, God, hunger, pride, the private theater of the soul. Its music can make suffering sound almost orderly. Its imperial history still gives off the heat of scale. There is no need to reduce Russia to a cartoon in order to see what it has become. The bill arrives elsewhere. Europe’s largest HIV epidemic. Alcoholism at civilizational volume. Prison tuberculosis. Suicide. Men dying too young. Families broken under the weight of absence, drink, debt, conscription, silence. A state fluent in eternity, destiny, sacrifice, motherland; a kitchen table where the facts are poorer, colder, and harder to bless. This is the old Russian arrangement: the grandeur above, the grief below. The opera house and the prison transport. The cathedral and the informant. The poem and the missing son. A whole national mise-en-scène built around endurance, as if suffering became holy once enough people were made to share it. And so it goes. The foreign men buying this fantasy are not really studying Russia. They are shopping for permission. Permission to call cruelty discipline. Permission to call hierarchy order. Permission to call their own dislocation wisdom. They want a father, a flag, a punishment, a country large enough to make their loneliness seem historical. A civilization can build cathedrals and fail the kitchen table. It can write novels that understand the soul while running a state that grinds souls into paperwork, prison, conscription, drink, and silence. It can worship masculinity and destroy men. Russia’s tragedy is not a lack of greatness. The tragedy is that greatness keeps being used as camouflage for the machinery that ruins ordinary life.

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