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dypebxxvl2yt
زياد :
مامعنى كلمة الحسن في القرآن الكريم ؟؟
2025-10-03 23:19:20
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nawalalanzi77
نوال العنزي :
سويت له جلب وتزوجنا بعد انفصال💙
2025-10-03 23:11:43
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ibrahimhaddadi27
Apple User476995491 :
هل الاعجاب علامه من علامات الحب
2026-09-09 11:42:17
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user3868173454487
user3868173454487 :
قلبك عامرون بالايمان
2025-10-28 18:15:32
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sstiva3
Ariyana milai 💕 :
اللهم صل وسلم وبارك على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه وسلم تسليما كثيرا
2025-10-04 19:42:27
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user7540094502132
ادم عبدالله :
جزاك الله خير واحسان يا أختاها
2025-10-03 16:32:49
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user81577911874117
صالح عمر محمد :
هلا والله
2025-10-03 21:23:42
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mn_sfj
عامر كعود :
بارك الله فيك
2025-10-05 15:57:55
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ahmedseraihi
Ahmed Seraihi :
حديث جويرية بنت الحارث. رضي الله عنها. عندما حكت عائشة رضي الله عنهم. فقالت وكانت حلوة ملاحة. القصة.؟
2025-10-03 15:45:03
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ahmed85954
استاذ الرياضيات :
الرسول محمد صل الله عليه وال وسلم
2025-10-15 16:08:01
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ssspop8
ssspop8 :
بارك الله فيكي
2025-10-07 18:48:54
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abo.bakr160
أبو بكر :
جميلة جداً المعلومة دي فدا كده طبيعي جدا 💚
2025-10-05 14:57:45
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dyjyrmhpavbr
مصطفى المدريدي :
الرسول صل عه سلم شنو
2025-10-21 16:37:36
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user503921064ali
🤍Ali Ali🤍 :
عليه افضل الصلاة والسلام
2025-10-05 18:23:28
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user37169084876857
❣هيتم❣ هيتم ❣ :
كلامك جميل اااحسنتي تسلمي 🥀🥀
2025-10-05 13:01:16
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user5458280962665
الشيباني :
م شاء الله كلام جميل جدا
2025-10-03 19:11:25
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abo.bakr160
أبو بكر :
معلومة قيمة.. ما شاء الله... اللهم بارك جزاكم الله خيرا 💚💚
2025-10-05 14:58:37
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user331180339160
ناصر بولشتر الدرسي :
الزوجة الصالِحة مثل الحبة السوداء دواء لِكل داء
2025-10-03 18:21:53
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user355619410733
ابو الزهراء :
اللهم صلي على محمد وآل محمد. والله العظيم انتى أجمل بنت
2025-10-03 11:00:37
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user7540094502132
ادم عبدالله :
أختاها أفتحي لنا التنزيل
2025-10-03 16:33:00
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user936169131162
kreem :
ماشاء الله والله كلامك كتير حلو أنا بحب كل فيديوهاتك
2025-11-29 21:53:48
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hisham773981433
هشام فضل بايحيى :
عليه افضل الصلاه والسلام
2025-11-30 17:08:01
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kurdi.holanda
van Elst :
جزاك الله خير
2025-12-31 05:46:54
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tasnim6730
بنت العسيرية 🇸🇦 :
حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل بالي كان بيفرقني عن زوجي كان بينخرب بيتي في سحر التفريق لولا الله عز وجل وشيخ دلوني عليه فك السحر ورجعت حياتي مع زوجي افضل من قبل الي يبي رقمه يتواصل معاي
2025-10-04 18:35:34
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pov: “you don’t know my name?” jake asks with a little smirk on his face. it’s like seeing you again is amusing. “s-sorry, i really don’t know you,” you lie. there’s no way you’re admitting that you remember him. it’s jake. the one you used to have a crush on back in high school. the same jake you once wrote an entire notebook page about, the one whose pictures you saved, and whose name you accidentally wrote on your notes instead of your actual subject. and, unfortunately, the same jake you once confessed to through a painfully long message before immediately panicking and pretending your friend had sent it. you still remember how you avoided him for two weeks afterward. now, years later, you’re standing in front of him again, and he looks even better than you remember. “oh, really?” he asks, clearly amused. you nod, hoping he’ll leave you alone. “okay then, see you around,” he says, not buying your excuse. and he walks away with that stupid little smile. you watch him leave, already regretting every decision that led you here. because the worst part? jake is your senior. if you’d known he studied here, you would’ve applied to a different school. you survive the first week by avoiding him. unfortunately, the universe seems determined to ruin your life. you run into him outside the library, near the cafeteria, and once in the hallway when you’re carrying so many books that you nearly trip over your own feet. every single time, he greets you. “hey, stranger.” you want the ground to swallow you whole. “hello.” “still don’t remember my name?” “should i?” he laughs, and you walk away before your face can betray you. the most infuriating thing about jake is that he’s patient. he doesn’t corner you or force you to admit anything. instead, he treats you like any other junior, occasionally helping when you need directions or holding a door open when your hands are full. when you struggle to reach a book on the upper shelf, he gets it for you without making a big deal out of it. when you accidentally drop your papers in the hallway, he helps you gather them. and when you look particularly exhausted after a long day, he offers you the extra drink he bought. “you look like you haven’t slept in three days,” he says. “thank you. you’re so nice.” “you’re welcome.” you take the drink. then you realize what you’ve done. “wait, i didn’t mean—” “it’s okay. i’ll survive.” he walks away laughing, leaving you standing there with a drink in your hand and your dignity somewhere on the floor. months pass like that. you get used to seeing him around campus, though your heart still does something embarrassing whenever he calls your name. you also discover that jake remembers little things about you. he even remembers which days you have your earliest classes.  and somehow, that makes everything worse. because the boy you spent so much time liking from a distance is now standing right in front of you, being kind in ways you never expected. you start wondering if pretending not to know him was the biggest mistake of your life. but you’ve committed to the lie for months now. weeks paseed and busiest week of  semester came. you’ve barely slept, your assignments are piling up, and your groupmates have somehow decided that you’re the most qualified person to handle the final revisions. by friday afternoon, you’re completely exhausted. you head to an empty classroom to finish the last part of your work, promising yourself you’ll rest for just five minutes afterward. you don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep. jake, who happens to be looking for a quiet place to review his notes, opens the classroom door and finds you slumped over your desk. your papers are scattered everywhere, your laptop is still open, and your pen is dangerously close to rolling off the edge. he smiles a little. “seriously?” he walks over, gently moves the pen away from the edge, and looks at your work. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp
pov: “you don’t know my name?” jake asks with a little smirk on his face. it’s like seeing you again is amusing. “s-sorry, i really don’t know you,” you lie. there’s no way you’re admitting that you remember him. it’s jake. the one you used to have a crush on back in high school. the same jake you once wrote an entire notebook page about, the one whose pictures you saved, and whose name you accidentally wrote on your notes instead of your actual subject. and, unfortunately, the same jake you once confessed to through a painfully long message before immediately panicking and pretending your friend had sent it. you still remember how you avoided him for two weeks afterward. now, years later, you’re standing in front of him again, and he looks even better than you remember. “oh, really?” he asks, clearly amused. you nod, hoping he’ll leave you alone. “okay then, see you around,” he says, not buying your excuse. and he walks away with that stupid little smile. you watch him leave, already regretting every decision that led you here. because the worst part? jake is your senior. if you’d known he studied here, you would’ve applied to a different school. you survive the first week by avoiding him. unfortunately, the universe seems determined to ruin your life. you run into him outside the library, near the cafeteria, and once in the hallway when you’re carrying so many books that you nearly trip over your own feet. every single time, he greets you. “hey, stranger.” you want the ground to swallow you whole. “hello.” “still don’t remember my name?” “should i?” he laughs, and you walk away before your face can betray you. the most infuriating thing about jake is that he’s patient. he doesn’t corner you or force you to admit anything. instead, he treats you like any other junior, occasionally helping when you need directions or holding a door open when your hands are full. when you struggle to reach a book on the upper shelf, he gets it for you without making a big deal out of it. when you accidentally drop your papers in the hallway, he helps you gather them. and when you look particularly exhausted after a long day, he offers you the extra drink he bought. “you look like you haven’t slept in three days,” he says. “thank you. you’re so nice.” “you’re welcome.” you take the drink. then you realize what you’ve done. “wait, i didn’t mean—” “it’s okay. i’ll survive.” he walks away laughing, leaving you standing there with a drink in your hand and your dignity somewhere on the floor. months pass like that. you get used to seeing him around campus, though your heart still does something embarrassing whenever he calls your name. you also discover that jake remembers little things about you. he even remembers which days you have your earliest classes. and somehow, that makes everything worse. because the boy you spent so much time liking from a distance is now standing right in front of you, being kind in ways you never expected. you start wondering if pretending not to know him was the biggest mistake of your life. but you’ve committed to the lie for months now. weeks paseed and busiest week of semester came. you’ve barely slept, your assignments are piling up, and your groupmates have somehow decided that you’re the most qualified person to handle the final revisions. by friday afternoon, you’re completely exhausted. you head to an empty classroom to finish the last part of your work, promising yourself you’ll rest for just five minutes afterward. you don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep. jake, who happens to be looking for a quiet place to review his notes, opens the classroom door and finds you slumped over your desk. your papers are scattered everywhere, your laptop is still open, and your pen is dangerously close to rolling off the edge. he smiles a little. “seriously?” he walks over, gently moves the pen away from the edge, and looks at your work. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp

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