@am.event: Dua hal yang bisa bikin doa tertolak: harta yang enggak halal, dan memutus silaturahim✨ 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Jadwal sharing time Ust. @Hanan Attaki insyaallah: 9 November: PALU 16 November: GORONTALO 23 November: PALEMBANG 7 Desember: MAKASSAR 21 Desember: PADANG 18 Januari: PONTIANAK 25 Januari: KENDARI Cara daftarnya di website ➡️ sharingtimeuha.com 😊 #sharingtime #hananattaki #ayahamanah #palembang #pontianak

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aku memutuskan silaturahmi dengan orang tuaku ustad😭 karna mereka dzolim😭.apakah aku berdosa ustadz😭

2025-11-08 02:13:42

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hafiz colletion :

tidak memutuskan silaturahim..hanya sj saudaraku..sudah terlalu sakit menzholimi ku dng sgla perkataan dan klakuanya..,maafkan hamba ya Allah...terlalu sakit kalau mengingatnya

2025-11-08 02:11:26

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restiyuliani :

klo keluarga kita baik di depan aja gmn tad? rasa ny sangat sakit keluarga cuma baik di depan jahat di belakang kita 😢

2025-11-08 02:04:07

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เภเรเคɭ_𝕐♍️ :

tp bagaimana jika orang tersebut(mertua dan keluarga suami) adalah orang yg membuat mental kita hancur..???

2025-11-08 08:51:15

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Shiroboshi Tenka :

2025-11-20 12:06:52

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Desi mandasari :

bukanya mau memutus silahturahmi dengan kluar,, hanya ingin tenang untuk sesaat ustadz🥺🥺🥺

2025-11-08 02:05:25

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bunga teratai :

aku skit hati dngn orng tpi aku tidak memutuskan tali silaturahmi, aku memilih mnjauh

2025-11-08 02:36:12

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my children :

aku selalu memutuskan silaturahim sama orang yang aku nilai sangat menggangu kehidupan kita 🙏

2025-11-08 03:51:20

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Kim V :

klau kita dikasih uang sama pacar itu termasuk uang haram gak pak ustad

2025-11-08 03:34:23

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kyanti :

trs saya mau nanya,knp org yg tdk sholat dan dpt uang secara memeras org dya bisa hidup senang dan doa ny terkabul dan skrg hidup ny serba kecukupan

2025-11-18 03:22:35

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￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ :

bahkan allah masi mendengar doa dari seorang pendosa sepertiku 🥺

2025-11-22 05:58:19

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NS :

apa bercerai termasuk memutus silaturahim ustadz😔

2025-11-21 10:59:18

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a :

ya Allah kabulkan lah doa doa hamba ya Allah satu persatu🥺🤲

2025-11-08 13:26:08

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Narty Ana :

kalau bukan memutuskan silaturahim tapi menjauh karna pernah di sakiti.. apa itu juga menjadi penghalang doa ustad👏

2025-11-10 12:59:29

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pisces :

Trs orang riba makin kaya aja pak ustad😩

2025-11-08 15:10:43

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indriani 390 :

lantas bagaimana jika keluarga ku sendiri yang memutuskan silaturahim🥺

2025-11-08 06:07:03

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ADEM NATURAL BEAUTY :

apapun kondisi nya, wajib silaturahim🥰

2025-11-11 00:32:26

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uyen :

ya allah...🥺🥺

2025-11-09 09:26:33

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elistiya🦂30 :

jika SE orang pendosa apakah doa nya akan di Kabul kan sama Alloh 🙏🙏🥹🥹

2025-11-08 02:43:15

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Yanti :

Astrofirluloh Alazim

2025-11-17 08:54:41

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Be❤️ :

aku memutuskan silaturahim sm klurga dkt tapi aku gak lupa tetep doain dia setiap langkah sholat ku 😌

2025-11-08 03:18:53

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hj.ariya🌷 :

Aamiin🤲🤲🤲

2025-11-08 06:52:52

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Edelweiss :

Tapi beberapa hal yang menyakitkan, membuat kita menjaga jarak dengan orang2 tersebut. Bagaimana itu ustadz?

2025-11-18 07:37:27

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omahsaptawaty :

aku tidak bermaksud memutuskan silaturahim dgn keluarga suami,aku hanya menjaga jarak.aku sedang berusaha mengobati hatiku sendiri .Hanya Alloh tempatku mengadu

2025-11-11 23:56:59

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hamba Allah. :

SMG sll Istikomah aaminn

2025-11-21 11:51:14

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